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[thefreak]

[ leaving home at eighteen seemed like the right thing to do. there was nothing left for eddie munson in the small town where he grew up. parents that seemed dismayed when he had no interest in courting a young maiden and starting a household of his own. no, eddie's passion was the arts, was music, and this town was far too boring and dull to appreciate his talents.

so, he set off on foot with his lute in hand and sought out each town, only stopping if their tavern allowed musicians to set up shop. which, much to his dismay, were far fewer than he had hoped there would be. perhaps the world at large simply did not appreciate the arts. but he was determined; perhaps the cities would be more forgiving for a bard.

which is how he found himself in druedale, with a coin purse much too light and a heart far too heavy. it was easy to get discouraged. this will be my last hope he thinks to himself as he searches for a tavern. if he doesn't manage to find a captivated audience who will throw coin his way, perhaps it is time to give up his dreams and find something more practical, as his parents would claim.

as he hadn't had coin enough to pay for a breakfast, he trudges along to find an inn that will let him board and dine in exchange for playing entertainment that evening. his exhaustion is certainly starting to show in the way he drags his feet, hardly paying attention to where he is going and who is walking towards him in the opposite direction. so much so that he practically collides into someone, his lute nearly getting jostled off his back before eddie dives to rescue it before it can tumble to the ground. ]

Shit! I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't see anyone there, honest! [ he winces, half expecting this stranger to immediately flag down a sheriff and have him clapped in irons for daring to exist in his presence. ]

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[thefreak]

( there's a curious glint in eddie's eye as he takes steve's hand and shakes on it. he is fairly confident they will make do, though whether he'll be able to barter a room with more than one bed remains to be seen. still, he's no stranger to sleeping on the floor. it would still be far more preferable to sleeping outside, especially with rain on the horizon. )

Then by all means, lead me to this tavern, good sir. I shall make good on my promise.

( and maybe get some inspiration from all of this. it has been far too long since he's written a new song, and he's fairly certain the world is starting to grow tired of his more popular works.

hells, even eddie is getting tired of his more popular works. )

[beamer]

( steve tips his chin in the direction of the tavern, down the long cobblestoned street and through the markets. it's not far, per say, but it'll be a bit of a walk. they have time.

so that leaves oppurtunity for small talk. except steve's great at small talk with courtiers and nobles, knows the dance so well he could do it in his sleep. sometimes he feels like he's sleeping when he's doing it, mind somewhere else when he recounts whatever it is he's being ask by a gossipping member of the court.

he's not great with this; with the outside world, with people his own age that don't have an agenda. so he clears his throat. ) I'm Steve, by the way. Since we'll be traveling together we should know each other's names, right?

( nailed it. )

[thefreak]

( small talk. god, eddie hates small talk, but he supposes it would be awkward to just walk in silence. he isn't sure how long this traveling together schtick will last, and the last thing he wants is to get on this guy's bad side. besides, he's already committed to getting them a room. )

Eddie. Not Edward or Ed. Not unless you're my parents, and I really hope you're not.

( he flashes steve a cheeky grin as he follows steve towards their destination. )

So, Steve. ( he is definitely committing that name to memory. ) You, uh. Travel a lot? Or is this your first big adventure?