Cromthal looked oddly at Rirrym for a moment, wondering at the odd comment he had made about his father and grandfather. Cromthal hadn't been lying a bit, Rirrym should be a bard, he had talent enough. Before his training, Cromthal wasn't very good with music himself. Rirrym seemed almost to be having an internal argument with himself. Finally he seemed to realized Cromthal was returnig his handkechief.
Oh wellCromthal thought to himself. As long as he does not prod me about my past, I won't prod him about his.
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