moonsugarblues:
Hazred could feel the shuffling of feet surrounding the two, grinning at the reaction of the Dunmer. He crossed one leg with the other, and chuckled a bit.
âThatâd sure make my eveninâ, twenty sep'ms anâ a young gentleman to put to shame. Deal.â
He moved a piece of hallowed rabbit bone on his finger across the strings, creating a sudden swoop up in pitch ending in clear vibrato from the quick shaking of his slide hand. He then played a standard chord.
It didnât take long for the Dunmer to find their fiddle player. He announced his arrival with a tough, hushing noise, the sound of rosin being rubbed against a bow, which stopped as he studied Hazred.
âThis is the one you wanted me for, Mr Drasonval?â he asked. Drasonval, the challenger, sat down on the nearest bench and crossed one leg over the other, coat falling heavily across them.Â
âAye.â
âWhoâs judging this?â
âDunno. Jusâ thought weâd letâcha both play, then Iâd say you was the winner and weâd take his coin.â Drasonval kicked Hazredâs stool. âThat all right with you?â










