Epifanio Snowsong
7th of Summer 516 A.V.
It was a fine day for the bard. After performing a few songs inside of the Red Diamond Tavern, Epifanio found himself escaping the warmth of the tavern to partake in one of his guiltier pleasures; smoking. He left the tavern after writing a few lyrics down for his new song he would present and walked around a bit before finding an area near the iceglaze hold to relax and smoke his herbs. He wasn’t particularly exhausted this day, but he did need the well welcomed break. The benefits of being a bard is so long as he made presence within the tavern and entertain those that were there he would still be doing his job. If the tavern wasn’t particularly busy he had no need to entertain anyone. Such was one of those times. As he was smoking he noticed someone he had not seen before in Avanthal.
The woman in question had a strange arm that seemed to glisten against Morwen’s snow and the barely present sun. Epifanio thought of it to be metal, but he couldn’t tell at this distance. In his curiosity of knowing all the beautiful women in Avanthal, he had no choice but to approach her. She was busy interacting with members of the watch and was handing over some weapons. Smoke escaped his mouth as he approached her, and he simply spoke through his pipe to her. “I haven’t seen you around here before. You are remarkable, is that arm metal?”
Epifanio couldn’t be sure but his opinions on the girl was particularly those of curiosity. “I am Epifanio of the Snowsong Hold.” He said with a smile on his face. He wore his normal clothes with his Gamba case and bow strapped to his back. “I saw that you were exchanging weapons. Are you a sort of crafter? I might be in need of a new instrument that you could possibly make.” Epifanio went straight into it with this peculiar woman, bombarding her with questions, but remaining friendly and flirtatious as ever. Staring into her eyes, he noticed she was not a vantha, though his first guess would have been the metal arm she had.
Epifanio was always the opportunist and had plans of eventually picking up another instrument in the first place, but a metal one would do him better. He thought of initially trying out either a flute or ocarina, though he wasn’t sure of which one he would prefer. After speaking with a few members of the Snowsong hall, he noticed more people preferred the flute and he guessed that he could potentially try and play both a flute and a gamba at the same time. There were always plans for such things in the snowsong halls, as they constructed wooden instruments there often, but this woman might be able to craft something far better than he ever could.
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7th of Summer 516 A.V.
It was a fine day for the bard. After performing a few songs inside of the Red Diamond Tavern, Epifanio found himself escaping the warmth of the tavern to partake in one of his guiltier pleasures; smoking. He left the tavern after writing a few lyrics down for his new song he would present and walked around a bit before finding an area near the iceglaze hold to relax and smoke his herbs. He wasn’t particularly exhausted this day, but he did need the well welcomed break. The benefits of being a bard is so long as he made presence within the tavern and entertain those that were there he would still be doing his job. If the tavern wasn’t particularly busy he had no need to entertain anyone. Such was one of those times. As he was smoking he noticed someone he had not seen before in Avanthal.
The woman in question had a strange arm that seemed to glisten against Morwen’s snow and the barely present sun. Epifanio thought of it to be metal, but he couldn’t tell at this distance. In his curiosity of knowing all the beautiful women in Avanthal, he had no choice but to approach her. She was busy interacting with members of the watch and was handing over some weapons. Smoke escaped his mouth as he approached her, and he simply spoke through his pipe to her. “I haven’t seen you around here before. You are remarkable, is that arm metal?”
Epifanio couldn’t be sure but his opinions on the girl was particularly those of curiosity. “I am Epifanio of the Snowsong Hold.” He said with a smile on his face. He wore his normal clothes with his Gamba case and bow strapped to his back. “I saw that you were exchanging weapons. Are you a sort of crafter? I might be in need of a new instrument that you could possibly make.” Epifanio went straight into it with this peculiar woman, bombarding her with questions, but remaining friendly and flirtatious as ever. Staring into her eyes, he noticed she was not a vantha, though his first guess would have been the metal arm she had.
Epifanio was always the opportunist and had plans of eventually picking up another instrument in the first place, but a metal one would do him better. He thought of initially trying out either a flute or ocarina, though he wasn’t sure of which one he would prefer. After speaking with a few members of the Snowsong hall, he noticed more people preferred the flute and he guessed that he could potentially try and play both a flute and a gamba at the same time. There were always plans for such things in the snowsong halls, as they constructed wooden instruments there often, but this woman might be able to craft something far better than he ever could.
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