for beamer

[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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[beamer]

( steve's not really looking where he's going when someone collides into him, sending him stumbling back a little and nearly tripping over a trough that had been right behind him. he's lucky, at least, that his back collides with a beam and he doesn't end up on his ass.

it would be a shitty way to end a day that's barely even started. it's morning but steve's been up since before the sun rose, had to make sure he made his escape from the castle's walls before the guards awoke.

it's probably strange that the crown prince of a kingdom is amongst the common people, dressed in a squires armor and on his own. but he's unlikely to be recognized, really, because outside the walls of the keep steve's an enigma to the people, rarely seen. his parents seem to think it's dangerous out in the world, that his duties need not take him elsewhere but he feels like a bird in a gilded cage.

what he wants is adventure, to get out and to see the world and do something good in it. beyond the stuff that's expected of him; steve's not exactly military minded like his father, nor does have an understanding of the inner workings of the merchants like his mother does coming from a wealthy family herself. it's-- he thinks he'll be better off if he can get his hands dirty, put all the swords skills to use. do.

which is why he's snuck out.

does he have a plan? no. this was the plan so far. ) Hey. No, it's fine. I wasn't looking either.

( he winces, reaches up to run a hand through his hair. ) Is your-- sorry. Are you okay? Is your lute okay?