Bearclaw Valley You're on your own

yes!! And never!

Merrick didn't judge him.  He could scarce believe his ears when instead the king spoke as if he were something of great importance to warriors like he.  A bard.  He considered the title, decided he liked it, and glowed with the promise of a purpose even stronger.

Okay, he said, nodding once with a resolute feeling that belied the bending nature of his spirit.  He would try as hard as he might to please and become something useful to them.  He knew that, in this, he could succeed.