"With fewer steps, you have come farther than any. Welcome to our fair land. Do you know how to play harrow?" Arezni will not sharp Lyrune... at least not egregiously.
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"I've travelled far across Varisia, from Riddleport to Magnimar and everywhere in between. I've been to the frontiers of the lands of the Ulfen and the Shoanti. I will go farther one day, but my family is across Varisia, and I treasure my time with them. Where do you hail from?"
"It is a lovely place, new friend. I have a special fondness for small towns like these, there is plenty of people around and much to do, but it has it's own unique character. I take it you haven't traveled much, correct?"
There's plenty of time to find his contact, and Arezni doesn't want to blow his cover by screaming from the mountains that he's searching for Jubrayl, so after talking with the regulars to get a lay of the place, he heads back out to enjoy the festivals, and will try again later.
After some time enjoying the early festivities and getting a general feel for the town and its people, Arezni heads to the Fatman's Feedbag to try to discreetly introduce himself to the dear family member he has not yet met, uncle Jubrayl.
Arezni does not hear the last sentence from Beros, he is off in search of pastries and other diversions.
"If you think it's wild and untamed out here, you must have never visited Korvosa. Staying away from there is not a bad idea. Magnimar is a lovely city, friendly people, exotic wares, good business, but I like to keep moving."
Arezni takes on somber tones. "We take our music very seriously in Varisia. Even if it's not needed for life like food and water, a point I'm not willing to concede on, it makes life worth living. To me, it is the greatest blessing of Desna in our world."
"With the family, through long days on the road and cold nights around the fire. You can learn to pluck strings anywhere, but what other way is there to learn music than living it?"
Arezni, a young half-elf in Varisian garb, joined the caravan a few days back. A gregarious man, he's made friends with his music, though no one is willing to play harrow with him twice. After the wheel is fixed, he joins Kala with his lute.
I'm ready with Arezni.
I'm finished with crunch, and am working on my fluff for a Korvosan orphan raised by Varisians. |