The woman shifted in her too large brown shirt. She looked down at the garment and moved some of the wrinkles in the fabric about with her hand. She looked back up at Quill. “Alright. Playtime is over. Tell me what story you really want to hear.”
The bald pirate sat down quietly on a stool that was more of a lump of wood than an actual stool. “The crown and the stones.”
The woman nodded and walked back onto the stage which was really just the bench where the blind harpist was still sitting. She whispered something in his ear and he immediately struck up a fast paced tune. All conversation halted immediately and all eyes turned to the musicians. As the harp bolted ahead, the vocals rose like a whispering wind sneaking through the crack of an open door on a hot summer night.
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