[Durelin]

A tall man with short, reddish-brown hair came riding up to the inn known as The Green Dragon. He wore long, flowing robes of a royal blow and white that seemed to twinkle. Under them was a heavily embroidered white shirt and baggy blue pants, billowing out of his dark brown boots. His gaudy outfit brought him much attention...but that was the whole point. Called "The Great Krysello", the man was a wandering entertainer, singing songs, telling tales, and doing magic tricks, along with a bit of juggling.

As he reached the inn, Krysello made sure his horses were taken care of, then carried his three oddly shaped bags into the inn. He dropped them next to the door and looked briefly around the tavern room. It will do, he thought. Then, all of a sudden, he boomed out in a large voice, demanding attention. As an entertainer, he had come close to perfecting this voice. "Here now noble and goodly people, travelers and natives to this beautiful land of the Shire, elves and men, dwarves and hobbits..." He paused them said hurriedly, "And excuse me ladies, I will not forget women." He stopped again to smile a broad grin. A pure perfection of his after long years of trying to please people.

Then he continued again in his performer voice, "Before you now, is the noble wanderer of far away lands. I bring you songs and tales and magicks..." With that, a large cloud of smoke erupted from the floor with a loud bang. Near perfection. "I am "The Great Krysello," he boomed triumphantly. "And I am here only to entertain." And, swiftly and sweetly, take your money from your bags, he thought with a scheming smile to himself. Then, with a low, graceful bow, with one hand out to his side, he began singing his entrance.

Though it seem folly,
I love to be jolly,
And no one else does see,
A tired frown on me.

Krysello is my name,
And I am not to blame,
For my handsome face
Or the price of ale in this place.

I hope I may stay long,
But often bursting out in song,
It may be made scarce,
By simple annoyance.

Or maybe you will find,
I can be fun and kind,
A real treat I may be
I call myself an entertainer, you see.

I bring you songs and tales,
And a cheer from the audience never fails,
To bring me to my magicks
From the far away land of Elenic's.

So I wander on,
Greeting with this song,
Making friends along the way,
And enemies too many to say.

The Great Krysello's grinned broadened at the last line, thinking of all the many people who threw very solid objects at him for wagging his jaws. They weren't really enemies, the wandering entertainer was truly likeable, but was extremely frustrating. He rambled on and on without ceasing, always going the long way around in his speech. Even it someone had known him long enough to be numb to his chatter, he was also excellent at insulting people on purpose and on accident. With so many words flying out of his mouth, at least one had to insult someone! But the Great Krysello felt that the soaring objects were well worth it, he had always enjoyed a good jest.

Still standing right in front of the door of the inn, he added, a bit more quietly, "Elenic happens to be my father..." Then, Krysello bowed low, so low that he could touch his toes if he had wished. Picking up his bags and walking up to the bar to speak with the innkeep, he thought of his not-so-good entrance song and smirked. I need a new job, he thought. But, he had told himself that for many years. He had always enjoyed a life of wandering and loved being the center of attention.