#scalesingerbard

Pietro couldn’t help but blink at the little lizard that had entered the wood of Deerbank. 

Well this was interesting.  Seline craned her neck around to look down at the small kobold.  

"Gnomehands has a spare guitar string?"

"Why, yes. Somewhere in here, I’m sure I don’t know where they all go, maybe the Wendersnaven borrow them…" Grobnar burrowed through one of his drawers, fishing out snail shells, plectrums, a few cogwheels, a dirty piece of underwear and an orange feather before finally finding the box of guitar strings and tossing it at Deekin.

Deekin caught it and grinned toothily. “Thanks!”

"It’s no trouble!" Grobnar grinned back. Why, the kobold was just the best roommate he’d ever had, he couldn’t understand why the other music students had complained about him so much. Maybe they didn’t like the way he picked his teeth with a dagger, or maybe it was all the posters of the Boss (they went nicely with Grobnar’s Wendersnaven posters which some of the student had insisted were only landscapes or blank pieces of paper), or the way he snored and shed scales everywhere… some people were strange.

Who couldn’t appreciate Deekin’s latest composition, Doomy Dooms of Doom? Or his previous one, Doomful Doom, or his first, Doom? One day, Grobnar hoped, he’d catch something of Deekin’s genius in the same way he’d caught a variant of Deekin’s foot fungus.

"Deekin, did you eat the last of the pasta?"

"No, Deekin leaves it for Gnomehands," the kobold replied. "Gnomehands wants a beer with it? And we watches The Sound of Music again? Deekin is going to paint his claws purple.”

"I... have little desire to kiss a complete stranger," Nathyrra admits, nodding her apologies to the warlock in question.

"As for whether or not I miss Valen... I do, surprisingly enough. Did you know that the man never once deigned to speak with me until we set out on our quest..? I thought he hated me," she laughs. "It turns out that's just his, ah, charming personality. He was - is - very protective of the Seer."

Now this was a difficult position. Either Sand chooses Truth and explains something he’d really rather not shed light on and risk the teasing of his companions, or he chooses the Dare and dances with Bishop, potentially getting his throat torn out, and risk the teasing of his companions. If he chooses neither, he’ll likely be wet, unhappy, struck by lightning (since he had little more than a few magic missiles left to his name, since he had not gotten to rest), and risk the teasing of his companions.

No way was he going out there, and no way was he going to risk his life over a silly dare. Dance with a homicidal ranger? He would have to have the IQ of a goblin!