Bard Truths

It's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand,
And he kindly saluted a fair maid by waving of his hand.
So boldly then he kissed her, and passed it as a joke,
He drilled her into the sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.

For the drums do go with a rap-a-tap-tap and the fifes did loudly play,
Saying, “Fare you well, my Polly dear, I must be going away.”

As Majvoc finished the chorus to the first verse, he raised his whistle to his lips and started to play the tune. He was almost skipping along as he played the joyful tune. As he had started, the bandit procession had cheered, with a few adding their gruff voices to the chorus.

'Bastard bard,' Sigrid called, 'Don't you know any other songs yet?'

'Not any worth knowing,' smiled Majvoc, before returning to sing the next verse.

The bandit procession marched quickly in the night, covering ground fast. Their destination was the Hof on the Hill, which overlooked the rolling plains lying before the great mountain ranges of the north.

As his song came to an end, the rest of the travelling band of companions jogged up to meet Majvoc, their movements under the watchful eye on Sigrid's band of thugs.

'Thief!' growled Balar, 'What is it these bastards intend to do with us?'

'Balar,' smiled Majvoc, 'You'll probably just be held in a little cell and forced to fight bears or something. It'll be like going home to visit your family.'

'Hilarious,' Tiella scoffed in disdain.

'Hey, you'll be given the easiest treatment,' said Majvoc, 'Probably just be beaten until you decide to join them. It's poor Luna here that I would be worried about.'

'Why?' asked Luna, 'What will they do to me?'

'Well,' began Majvoc, 'Most civilised people, upon seeing an elf, would pelt her with stones, let's be honest. Now, on a scale on one to ten, how civilised do you think these people are. No Luna, you are probably going to be the next roast on the fire.'

Majvoc glanced down at the elf, whose eyes were watery and fearful.

'You're not making friends here, you jumped up cutpurse,' Balar said.

'I'm not here to make friends,' smirked Majvoc, 'And I think we have more important things on our plate right now.'

Majvoc motioned his whistle to the horizon. Out of the dark loomed a burning bonfire that lit the edges of a great hof, a temple to the Old Gods. The harsh stark lines were imposing, even in the dark of night.

'Anyone got any plans for how to get us out of here?'