A strange noble indeed
Terrance Allsinger
[19:00 Hours]
Terrance was listing badly as he walked up the cobblestone street somewhere upper hive. He giggled to himself as it seemed like the pavement was weaving too and frow underneath foot, but he knew it was just him. He'd drunk his fair share of amasec tonight and was now having trouble keeping up with Stannek and the rest of them. Stannek was talking:
"... and then we'll hit the den up in highloft and drink all their best amasec, and to round out the night we'll get some joygirls, i hear from my brother that they have new Cadian girls!! Fwoor, lets see if Cadia has royalty!!"
Lancelot who was still managing to keep up with Stannek despite his rotund nature let out a coo of excitement.
Terrance smiled weakly "i hope you arnt going to take all the good ones, like last time Stannek..."
"Well that depends on if i get there first, ComeOoon!" Said Stannek as he took out his snuff box and deposited a small amount on his wrist-thumb before snorting it.
Just then Terrance looked upon what seemed to be a small pile on the street. His mind slowly built the picture of what he was seeing.
It was an old man. Injured and sitting by the streetside on some form of cart. The man, who was half asleep just sat there, and saluted Terrance. He didnt ask for anything, he didnt speak he just looked. His bandages looked brown and sodden.
Tears welled up and Terrance began to sob and sob and sob, he realised he was standing still.
Then he felt Stannek tug at his shoulder. "ComeOon, whats this? Crying? Dont be a BORE Allsinger! Throne!... How about we get you some kalma when we're at the den?"
Terrance regained his composure "yes, some kalma must be what i need... sorry."
As he ambled on his mind began playing a song, as it always did when he was stressed.
The Song 
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