Ankyra Sound I knew you were trouble when you walked in

at the compliment the bard mimed being struck by an arrow, bringing a paw to his chest and swaying in place like strength was to leave him.

he grinned again, not minding one bit this adult's mistrust - children were lovely as a concept, but in practice had a tendency to yap and chase and pester. not his bowl o' water!

"only aelways. ae nightingale signs be it heaerd or not."

"why, are yeau fellow songster?" his tongue lolled out and head tilted to side.