Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Commoner's Compendium - Part X
Poems and rhymes spinning in spirals around his head. The music that only a free man could hear. Whispering from the highest spheres. Like the man cultivated the land and reaped the fruits and the woman watched her children, his office was leaning on the fields of freedom. The greatest proof that a commoner could fly higher than a nobleman. An unfettered spirit of unrestrained imagination.
The bard seemed lost on these selfish considerations so intensely that he barely paid attention to his angry friend. The tavern was still quiet and the Silver Legion was still there protecting Parm without new orders. The scribe was concerned with the logical world. A world that could collapse without his art to give order to chaos. Through him the laws were written. Orders had been given. Battles were won with his ink and quill. Buildings were raised or destroyed with only one of his papers. The power of the highest nobility passed through him.
Scribe: "You could even account your drinking nights!"
Bard: "I don't need. I can sing or tell them magical stories. And then, almost magically, the wine jumps from the bottles right to my sweet mouth, my friend!"
Scribe: "You will never prove that your work is more important than mine. If the Gods speak through the priests, I speak for the nobility of Sirion. The most important orders. The most secret letters. We have mastered the information. Any stupid child can sing a song!"
Bard: "And how many stupid scribes we need to create a beautiful song? Honor and glory can only be sung in great songs. What would be of your rational orders if the soldiers needs inspiration as much they need the wine to fight in a wall of shields and swords?"
Scribe: "There's nothing about my Lord that I don't know!"
Bard: "There's nothing about my Lord that I cannot improve or invent..."
Scribe: "By my hands he rule the lands!"
Bard: "And by voice he became a legend. While you obey what he order, I inspire him to command. You are a good dog, but I'm the bird. You just writes beautiful letters he sends to the young ladies. But when they appear, I am there to impress them with my art. While I join the fun, you're busy with the mail."
Scribe: "Without me his world would be only the chaos!"
Bard: "Without me his world be black like your ink."
And that discussion continued until it became a competition when a beautiful young woman caught their attention. The scribe wasted no time and took a piece of paper and his instruments. He had learned much about women and how to conquer them, after all Erik always dictated what he should write. A note, a bronze coin and the luck was cast. In a moment they saw a blush and a smile appears on her lips.
Scribe: "I can do this!"
Bard: "Poor man with his words and dreams in a piece of papper. Look and learn!"
The bard stood up and walked to the young lady. He smiled at her and wrapped her with his charm and his music.
Born a poor young country boy -
Mother Nature's son.
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream - see her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass -
Mother Nature's son.
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature's son.
Always work. He earned a kiss and returned to the table. The scribe was furious. The two were ready to resume the discussion when they were surprised by Gormok.
Gormok: "What we have here!? Two little chickens! As far as I know Lord Erik knows how to read, write and sing. More importantly, he knows how to seize a sword. You know why I serve him? To kick lazy vagabonds like you two! Now, move!"
And for the first time the two worked together that night. They needed only a smile to know what they should do. While the bard distracted the monster, the scribe tied a piece of paper on Gormok's cape:
"I'm a scumbag"
