A Captive Audience


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 * Ahh, what a gift it will be for all that I've chosen to perform HERE, of all places...
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 * Look around! Potential music aficionados everywhere -- and not a single wandering balladeer to be seen!
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 * Well... There are several wandering lutists... and singers... and trumpeters... and at least two organists.
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 * But no wandering BARDS, specifically! You know, the professional sort. With a harp!
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 * ... Except for that one... ah... harp-playing cat. B-But that hardly counts!
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 * But no wandering BARDS, specifically! You know, the professional sort. With a harp!
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 * ... Except for that one... ah... harp-playing cat. B-But that hardly counts!
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Level 3 "Perform!"
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 * Send Fflewddur to perform, without competition!
 * 4h
 * 5, 100
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 * Wh-- I can't believe this! HOW DARE YOU, SIR! Here I stand, on the BRINK of drawing a crowd commensurate with my skill...
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 * When some... Some INTERLOPER drives a carriage by with a larger-than-life statue of a CHICKEN PLAYING A MANDOLIN atop it!
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 * The message is clear as day. Either they mean to mock me by comparing me unfavorably to a chicken...
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 * ...or, for some reason, the premier bard of this land chooses to DRESS as a chicken -- and they still like him better than me!
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 * I'm not sure which I find more offensive!
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 * ...or, for some reason, the premier bard of this land chooses to DRESS as a chicken -- and they still like him better than me!
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 * I'm not sure which I find more offensive!
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