...I followed a caravan before coming here.
They had a few.. accidents along the way.
And they never buried anyone, can you believe that?
Left them out in the middle of the camp "in case they find more clues". In a damned desert!
And the box I was hiding in just had to be in the wagon right next to it!
Thus, I came here to get rid of the stench.
The musician was there, too, but left while I took a nap.
I wonder if they ever found the culprits.
It would be my honor to have an audience such as you, this one will play you a song. Although I don't dare calling myself an expert, I do have years of experience in playing with the zither.Ah, I see, a fellow enjoyer of the fine arts. I, myself, am no musician, but I do believe I have the ear to tell a great player from a mediocre one.
Would you care to play a song for a bored old man? It's getting quite dull, drinking here all my myself... not counting that vinegar-swilling... thing.
Oh I do like the sound of that, a plain scrambled egg is much like what my mother used to cook. And nobles usually feast on fancy dishes are to uphold their social status among them, and we common people don't need to....
Oh nothin fancy, just some plain old scrambled egg. I don't want to get fancy here and I don't really get the tastes of nobles that want some fancy cooked dishes when a simple egg is enough.
That would be rather horrifying to think if by the "culprit" you said is in lined with what's on my mind....
Imagine if the culprits decided to go here, that would've been funny.