Nathan has developed a rather amused respect for Chachanji. In many ways, the two are opposites of each other, and may as well be speaking foreign languages, for all the differences in their demeanor, and the bard can only shrug to himself when a lot of his comments and observations have gone over the Lalafell's head. Still, the lad seems to attract beautiful girls by the scores, just for the forthrightness of his demeanor and that appallingly cute innocence (yeah, he's buff for a Lalafell, but...), so he must be doing something right. One of these days, the little hero is going to have one of those moments that changes a man overnight, and perhaps the lad will have a greater appreciation for bards when he needs one to record it.
Judge.. oh, that walking suit of armor? Thal's Balls, is that guy stiff. He doesn't seem especially harmful, and maybe he has his uses, but he's a worse killjoy for fun than a score of Brass Blades.
Judge.. oh, that walking suit of armor? Thal's Balls, is that guy stiff. He doesn't seem especially harmful, and maybe he has his uses, but he's a worse killjoy for fun than a score of Brass Blades.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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