Bard For Hire
Journeyman. Journey, man. I’m on a journey to become the man I am. I am a man on a journey to become… employed by some noble or attached to some hero so that I may write a song or saga of their deeds and thus be remembered. They’ll be remembered. Maybe I will too. But really it’s creating a song for others to sing about someone else, doing things that I was there to witness. Or was hired to write.
How to compose… myself, my song, my stories. Other’s stories, as told by me, for now. Where does one even begin looking for work. Boritz didn’t ever talk about this. He just rolled up at engagements. And seemingly belonged there. Maybe I should as well. Find a castle. Knock on the gate. Say I’m here to sing a pretty song or two. Get some wine. Bed the mistress of the castle. Sneak out and on to my next show.
No, that’s too slap-dash. I’m meant to be building my reputation, my connections. I need a home for the winter. Probably should have headed south instead. The mountains weren’t the smartest choice. At the same time this is where adventurers are, looking for tombs, and dungeons, and lost civilizations.
Now I just need to find my way to a town with a noble, a castle and setup shop.
Oh there’s one. That’s convenient.
Today’s art is courtesy of Lorenzo Mastroianni from Warsaw, Poland.