[rayonann]

Kres Se'Naer slung his fiddle over his lean shoulders, hefted his bag, and made his way off of the ship, into the port town of Zolandor. Kres made his way through the crowds, trying to find a place where he could stay for a low pay.
As Kres made his way through the crowds, he saw a group of barrels outside a pub.
"I might make a pretty penny here with my fiddle skills."
Kres sat down, drew out his fiddle, and began to play a tune he had learned long ago that was his favorite.

This post has been edited by rayonann: 23 November 2004 - 02:04 AM