The bard's laughter gave way to coughs s the lingering smoke particles began drifting his way, and he wiped a watering eye with the back of his right hand, which made it a little worse.
"Smoke pellets. Overdramatic, flashy, prone to make the audience cough when they should be applauding... but rather perfect, in this case."
He rubbed the back of his neck, and, dodging the scattering townies as best he could, he started scanning the ground, talking lowly to himself.
"Now, if those smoky little devils were the sort that leave casings, we might see how to set up an act two."
"Smoke pellets. Overdramatic, flashy, prone to make the audience cough when they should be applauding... but rather perfect, in this case."
He rubbed the back of his neck, and, dodging the scattering townies as best he could, he started scanning the ground, talking lowly to himself.
"Now, if those smoky little devils were the sort that leave casings, we might see how to set up an act two."
"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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