I wish I were a traveling bard with stories in my sac, and trinkets I've traded for with twisted tales. Some are true as the bridge troll is kind, but most are little entertaining half-truths. Stories of old kings, brave knights, greedy monarchs, and kind witches. The songs I would sing would be ancient; with the rhythm of the mountains, echoes of caves, the roar of the ocean, the loud quiet of the earth, and the occasional wailing tune of the cracking ice.
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