Chalgrish just sat in the corner, eying this occurence with amusement. he drummed his long, pointed fingernails on the dented surface of his table and slid his bow out of its casing. H examined the bow with an expert eye, then, spotting an odd spot on it, he queried to Durin.
Durin, could you get me a small bit of oil and a dragon ale?
When Durin brought his oil and ale- which was smoking- over, he promptly paid the cheery dwarf with a small platinum coin.
Erm....this uh.....is a pletinoom coin ye 'ave 'ere sur... this pays for you oil an' ale an 'undred times ovoor..
It does? Well fancy that! Keep it anyway, my good dwarf, you've earned it!
Chalgrish started polishoing his bow with extreme speed, then, when he was satisfied with his work, he picked up his ale.Bringing his glass halfway up, Chalgrish suddenly turned his head back to Durin.
Well, there is one thing.Could you get me a musical instrument? Preferably a stringed one.
Durin promptly left and came back with an oddly curving stringed instrument finished with a mahogany tip. It was difficult to look at, as though a spell made your eyes drift away from it. Chalgrish took the eccentric instrument and fit it around one arm, plucking at the strings with the other. A few minutes later and he had picked up the pace to a full fledged song which was hauntingly beautiful.
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