Altar of Twilight jukebox

a peace offering. and the bard squints at it. how honorable is a man who would so willingly pounce on another for a little tune — because he absolutely never gave the brute any attitude whatsoever. whaat, him?

eh? with your size, i think even moose tremble. a nervous chuckle, though he isn't in any position to say "no", unfortunately.. so he begrudgingly accepts. ..ffffine. let's catch something, friend.