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For @Skoll!

The bard sat upon a big naked rock, looking regal, just a little bit. It was the afternoon by now and the sky was white as daisies, but there was a moon up there somewhere too, occasionally peeking out from behind the clouds. Goldhawk had spotted it twice already. For he was looking for inspiration: inspiration for a song. The Beta was so, so hungry, and his latest catch (such as it was) had gone to the mouths of babes. So yes, he could be spending his energy trying to hunt some more, but right now, right at this very second, what he really needed was to sing. It would up his spirits and get him back on track. It was essential. But so was some kind of muse...