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[color=lemonchiffon]♫[/color] Hargeon | [color=lemonchiffon]Interacting with[/color]: [@Milkman] ♫
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[right][b]Current Song[/b]: [color=lemonchiffon]None[/color]
[u]Repertoire[/u]: [color=lemonchiffon][b]Unavailable[/b][/color][/right][hr][hr]
Tristan rubbed the back of his neck, grinning at the audience of fine ladies and gentlemen that had been slowly growing since the appearance of the talking rat. He was no stranger to large crowds; in fact those were his favourite. Yet the situation he found himself in was so bizarre he couldn't help but feel a little awkward. After accepting his offer of cheese, the rat praised the young bard with a rather optimistic love fortune.
"[color=lemonchiffon]Oh, little mouse God.[/color]" He sighed, remembering his previous failing with the woman at his performance. "[color=lemonchiffon]Even your mighty powers cannot help me in that endeavor.[/color]"

Then, the little rat began to offer his services to the other patrons. The fact that someone actually was falling for this charade was hilarious, and Tristan struggled to keep himself from bursting into a fit of childish giggles. Though as the beautiful dame recounted the tale of her husband's woes, the seriousness of the matter began to settle in. Her concern for her husband was touching, and Tristan felt a pang of guilt in disturbing her lunch. For all they knew, this could have been her only moment of solace. His eyes met with the young rats, who made a hasty exit down the street after instructing Tristan to follow. It was clear he was planning something. The bard found himself beaming. An adventure seemed to be brewing. He had lived through many a dangerous expedition in his time as a vagabond, each one inspiring a ballad of epic proportions he would recount to audiences across the land. The lyrics may have embellished the exploits a tad, but that was just show business.

Offering a polite nod to the mistress, Tristan made his way to the alley where the mouse had scurried off to. Turning around the corner, he came face to face with a young man with messy, blonde hair.
"[color=lemonchiffon]Hah, your little show back there was fantastic![/color]" He praised, nudging the strangers shoulder with a friendly punch. "[color=lemonchiffon]I had expected a professional, not some rascal.[/color]" He had held in his delight for far too long, letting out a hearty laugh. The antics that transpired between the two would make for a very interesting song.

Wiping a joyful tear from his eye, Tristan took a deep breath before outstretching his hand to the young man.
"[color=lemonchiffon]My name is Tristan Deimos.[/color]" Tristan's smiling face softened slightly, reminded of the suffering woman they had both just met. His sorrowful expression only lasted a moment, quickly returning to his trademark grin.
"[color=lemonchiffon]Now tell me, little rat God, how shall we rescue that damsel in distress? I must warn you, I'm very good at being the knight in shining armour.[/color]"