conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The carriage bounced along the road from Veras City to Brifton, up until a distinctive *snap* from its undercarriage was heard, causing the vehicle to lurch and toss those inside the cramped cabin about. As it so happened, all of the passengers were members of the entertainment troop, *The Legendary Innabards* - a group you belonged to.
  
  You and your performance associates were travelling to Brifton, where you were to make your first ever appearance on the stage at the Inn of the Horny Toad. It was an exciting time, ripe with opportunity, as the Horny Toad was a well known stepping stone that often lead to contracts with the major houses throughout Innabar. Those contracts meant gold in your pockets - the kind of gold that could lead to a pampered life.
  
  Fortunately, your precious instruments survived the carriage's malfunction, although you were left waiting by the side of the road as the driver wrestled to repair the running gear. That's when a second carriage came into view, heading in the same direction and also bound for Brifton.
  
  "Need'n a hand, Finn?" The driver of the arriving carriage asked with familiarity.
  
  "I'd be in your debt, Sam," replied your driver.
  
  Sam climbed down from the perch and slid a pair of worn gloves onto his hands.
  
  What caught everyone's attention were the faces peering sneeringly out of the other carriage's windows. It was *Albert* and his brother *Louis*, and behind them were the rest of the *The Wandering Minstrels*.
  
  "Oh, look. It's the *Innabards,"* Albert, their leader, said with a smirk. "If it's the Toad your making for, you really should make haste. You'll need to clear the stage before bard's hour - when *we* are scheduled to appear."
  
  "And *we'll* be performing at Lord Vanch's wedding on the morrow, too," Louis, Albert's doltish brother, blurted.
  
  Albert thwacked his brother on the head, dislodging his sibling's hat. *"Quiet you fool."*
  
  *A wedding?* *Lord Vanch?*
  
  It sounded like a problem because it was. Albert and his crew, as infuriating as they were, had taken the show in every bardic competition you had faced them in, leaving you to ever taste the sour flavor of second place. To think they wouldn't be aiming to upstage you that night would be a foolish assumption. It appeared that your moment in the sun would not only be dampened by the unexpected arrival of Albert and his annoying troop, but any sweet pickings that might result from the night's efforts, meaning a chance to perform at a noble's wedding, had already been harvested. 
  
  Doubt was difficult not to feel as you watched the other carriage continue on its way...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh the Horny Toad is legendary for its hosted performances, boasting only the finest of bards, acrobats, and weaver of tales allowed to its stage.
conversations.prefix: Inn of the Horny Toad:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's where the wedding between Horace's son Walter and the lovely Lady Elizabeth, daughter of Klorn, second cousin to the  illustrious Gethyn Athenyx, will be held.
conversations.prefix: Lord Horace Haldon's Garden:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Father of the groom and host of the wedding.
  
  It is clear that Horace is less than proud of his son Walter, and is submissive when even the hint of the union between his son and young Elizabeth might not be perfect.
  
  He always has a drink in his hand, or is shouting for servant to fill it. 
conversations.prefix: Lord Horace Vanch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The groom.
  
  Walter is younger than Elizabeth by a few years, and also shorter by the length of a hand. He is peculiar, and spends more time focused on the troop than he does his betrothed. It's clear he wants to take the stage.
  
  He addresses his father as *daddy*.
conversations.prefix: Walter Vanch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The bride. Daughter of Lord Klorn Lively.
  
  She is a tall, but handsome woman in her late teens. She is graceful and elegant, and most believe she is more than Walter deserves. If she feels the same, however, then she hides it extremely well.
conversations.prefix: Elizabeth Lively:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The proprietor of the Horny Toad.
  
  Naureen is a greedy woman known for short changing the entertainment. She gets away with it, however, as the attention the Horny Toad provides those entertainers is well known. Losing a few coins to Naureen with the chance of getting a lot from future jobs acquired due to the Horny Toad is worth it.
conversations.prefix: Naureen Chiggens:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The bride's father. Second cousin to Gethyn Athynex.
  
  He is a humorless man who is quick to drop the Athynex name should he feel the least threatened. If the topic arises concerning where the newly wedded couple will reside he tends to suggest they should remain in Veras City with the Haldon family.
conversations.prefix: Klorn Lively:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The lute is your instrument of choice, and you are a fine lutenist at that. You strum and sing and sing and strum.
conversations.prefix: Lutist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The study of cultural dance, both ancient and modern, throughout Innabar and beyond is what you do. With the grace of a butterfly you lure the attention of the audience.
conversations.prefix: Dancer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Clay drums, metal drums, frame drums - as long as it has a skin to thump. No time signature confuses you.
conversations.prefix: Drummer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lyrics on the spot, that's what you do. You can sing the lows, and reach the highs. Some say you're the voice of angels.
conversations.prefix: Vocalist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh, the heavenly sound of the harp. Romantic and subtle, you set a tone gentle like the feel of a warm summer's wind.
conversations.prefix: Harpist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are skilled at not burning yourself, or anything else either (most of the time). You twirl the fire, eat the fire, spin the fire...  Basically, you like fire.
conversations.prefix: Fire... Lots of Fire...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh please say something clever. You are so magnanimous. So unbelievably huge. Now say something funny, or else!
conversations.prefix: Anecdotist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are much like the Anecdotist, though your words actually reach a meaningful point. What was that tale you told about the frog and the farmer's wife?
conversations.prefix: Word Weaver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's a horn, baby. It's a horn of many curves. You can play other horns too, but why would you? You have a lizard. Ya.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Lizardist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Baglama, ancient and beautiful. Some say it was the predecessor to all other stringed instruments. When you play it's as if a brook is bubbling through your audience's mind.
conversations.prefix: Baglama:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even when the situation is dire you are able to rely on your trusty charm.
conversations.prefix: Charisma:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like a game of shells you can lead people away from what you hope they don't see.
conversations.prefix: Wit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No one hates you because you're beautiful.
conversations.prefix: Pretty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether it's reading a crowd or sensing the emotions in a single person, knowing what to play or say is of utmost importance.
conversations.prefix: Empathy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not all about drinking and parties. Someone has to manage the works and make sure the gold reaches your collective pockets at the end of the night.
conversations.prefix: Business:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sleight of hand, or skills with tools. You are good at the manipulation of all things with moving parts, and subtle movements to boot.
conversations.prefix: Trickery:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes the best salesmen simply talk and talk and talk until the customer does whatever they have to just to shut them up.
conversations.prefix: Talk them to Death:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A good fib is worth a thousand truths...  someone said... once.
conversations.prefix: Liar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The ability to blend into the background is more difficult that it sounds. You are good at being unnoticed when you choose to.
conversations.prefix: Unnoticed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It is all about the delivery, after all.
conversations.prefix: Perfect Timing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are able to keep away from the spirits, until you can't. Then none of it is your fault.
conversations.prefix: Drunkard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh dear, is her slip showing? Perhaps you shouldn't bring it up... oops...  too late!
conversations.prefix: Blurter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some secrets are meant to be kept secret... ummm..  which ones are those again?
conversations.prefix: Gossiper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You certainly aren't there for their entertainment. 
conversations.prefix: Bored:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Yes, yes, without you the show wouldn't be nearly as good, now would it? In fact, without you, it might be outright terrible.
conversations.prefix: The Star:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What do you mean, *no toilet humor at the dinner table*?
conversations.prefix: Inappropriate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somethings you just want. Even if they aren't yours. Trade for it, buy it, or even steal it if it's a thing. If it's a person or a need, then there's no line you will not cross to get it. 
conversations.prefix: Temptation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Did that beautiful person just make googly eyes at me?* Yes, you are a push over when matters of ignoring the *insides* are concerned.
conversations.prefix: Shallow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Once you were asked if you knew how difficult life could be. Your answer was, "Oh dear, yes. Once I was forced to drink only ale for an entire week. There wasn't a drop of mead nor wine anywhere!"
conversations.prefix: Naive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It doesn't matter what anyone else has done, you've already done it better. You can one-up the best of them.
conversations.prefix: Boastful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You fall in love on a regular schedule. A new performance always means  your heart is stricken by cupid's arrow - it's only a matter of who...
conversations.prefix: There's Someone...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You deserve to be noticed! Awarded! Your abilities and achievements surpass that of any commoner. You will get your just reward for the artistic contributions you have made to your craft!
conversations.prefix: Acolades:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wine, mead, sweet leaf, black lotus, poppy, 'shrooms...  oh, you'll try it. You want to experience it all!
conversations.prefix: I Haven't Done that Yet...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Don't be alarmed. The story only calls for the suggestion of your sexual exploits. By no means are you to share the actual details of what occurs behind closed doors. Dear gads, no one wants those images in their heads.
conversations.prefix: It Was Consensual!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's a work of art you with to create. It will be your legacy. The words are inside you - you are certain of it, if only you could eek them out to express just how you feel.
conversations.prefix: Write the Perfect Poem:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yes, you are a performer. No, you are not an aristocrat. But you should be. You have a dashing for it. All you have to do is get in that inner circle.
conversations.prefix: Station:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a tale to tell. One of woe. One that will cause all heads to turn towards you and listen in awe. All you have to do is figure out what it is and then tell it.
conversations.prefix: A Tale of Woe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Despite your illustrious profession, silk undergarments are expensive. Rich people own them - or so you imagine - somehow you'll get yourself some.
conversations.prefix: Silk Undergarments:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are about the team, and this Lord's event is but a stepping stone to greatness. If you have your way you'll be performing for the Houses, or even The Queen herself!
conversations.prefix: Further the Cause:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Why doesn't the troop see things your way? You know what's best, and by gods, they'll fall in line or else...
conversations.prefix: Control Your Peers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: (Finish this strong, and a neutral outcome is treated like a strong outcome for Tears in your Beers).
  
  Sarah works the Horny Toad carrying trays of drink and food to the customers who fill the booths, tables, and balcony.
  
  She is not a beautiful woman, although she possesses certain allure that is difficult to ignore. Many dream of making her their own, though she wants nothing of them.
conversations.prefix: Sarah the Bar Wench:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Daughter of Horace Vanch, and the groom's older sister. 
  
  Fraya is promiscuous and makes blatant passes at anyone she is attracted to.
  
  It's difficult to tell if her behavior is meant to punish her father, or not. It is not a leap to deduce the Lord Vanch would frown upon finding his daughter with a member of the troop.
conversations.prefix: Fraya Vanch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Boris is Lord Vanch's personal aid. He sees to all his master's needs and is organizing much of the wedding, including the procurement of the entertainment.
  
  He has a voice that is irritating to listen to, and is openly arrogant to those beneath him, though quite compliant to those above his station.
conversations.prefix: Boris Ellington:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wife of Horace, although she is openly terse with him, publicly displaying her displeasure with the man.
  
  Mary is approachable, and although she shares little about her own family, she is quick to point out the short comings of others.
conversations.prefix: Lady Mary Vanch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frederick is a businessman who has done quite well for himself. He is a jeweler and has traveled from nearby Veras City in order to design the wedding rings for Walter and Elizabeth. It is common to find him completely plastered at the Horny Toad, passed out in a booth.
  
  He spends so much coin however, that the establishment takes care of him and escorts him to a room upstairs to sleep off his consumption.
conversations.prefix: Frederick the Drunk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Helen is Fraya's lifelong friend and accomplice in most everything.
  
  The two share everything, if you understand the meaning.
conversations.prefix: Helen Stinton:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The youngest of the Haldon siblings.
  
  Robert is all about mischief. He knows the secret passageways about the Haldon manor, and likes to spy on his sister and brother alike.
conversations.prefix: Robert Vanch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you've gotten yourself here, your in for quite a surprise.
conversations.prefix: The Lord's Bed Chamber:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Albert, the lyrist, is a  bard from Veras City. He and the troop he leads *The Wandering Minstrels* are also performing at the Horny Toad.
  
  He has long since been a thorn in the *Legends* side. He is rude and conceded, and very much enjoys kicking someone once they are down.
conversations.prefix: Albert Shrenk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Albert's less tactful brother. Louis has an issue keeping his trap closed, and if you are fortunate enough to get him alone - who knows what treasures he will let slip from his loose, horn-blowing, lips.
conversations.prefix: Louis Shrenk:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The sheriff, or so he calls himself, of Brifton has moments of lucidity, although he sometimes looses his thoughts in the moment.
conversations.prefix: Sheriff Earl Xythix:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No one knows exactly where she lives, nor do they see her move about. She just is there, begging for copper, food, or simply cackling as if she is the only sane one amidst a sea of insanity. 
conversations.prefix: The Hag:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Can only be completed after the Naureen Chiggens challenge is finished.
  
  Your things are piled tantalizingly by the road. There's too much to carry all at once, so some of you will need to carry while some of you stand watch over your precious belongings.
conversations.prefix: The Thief:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is a special kind of challenge. Subplots or Assets are considered ***weak*** with regards to outcome. Only a strength card will result in learning something new.
conversations.prefix: You Notice Something:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's been a long ride, and a man selling ale from a hand cart with a trio of kegs on it is offering some up. It looks divine. It's rich and packs a wallop.
conversations.prefix: Ale:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: @Catelin
  
  He seems like an upright fellow...  for someone peddling mind altering substances, anyway.
conversations.prefix: Henry Blotch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: @Brant, Thorsten, and Jonquil
  
  There are two rooms yes. But nothing happens in one of them. The other one however has its own entertainment.
conversations.prefix: The Room:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One is nice, one...  not so much.
conversations.prefix: The Rooms:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Albert and Louis can't leave you alone. They emerge from the bar, taunting and teasing.
  
  Are you really going to put up with that?
conversations.prefix: The Wandering Minstrels:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: @Zim, Billy and Mari
  
  Albert and Louis can't leave you alone. They emerge from the bar, taunting and teasing.
  
  Are you really going to put up with that?
conversations.prefix: The Wandering Jerks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh dear.
conversations.prefix: Witches Tears:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Booking agent extraordinaire.*
  
  You don't run into Kennith much, usually he sends parcels or a courier to notify the Innabards of contracts and employment opportunities.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Kennith Burchman:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ya. A scarf!! One of you looked out the window of the spoiled-milk room and saw a vendor pushing a cart along the side street that followed the bank of the pond and into the woods.
  
  He was selling the most beautiful array of colorful, silk scarves.
conversations.prefix: Scarf!!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thorsten was lucky he had a thirst and overheard what was going on. There is a tray of ales incoming that are laced with enough lotus to take down several  elephants You obviously can't drink those.
conversations.prefix: Tears in your Beers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Show begins. The Wandering Minstrels are laughing. You can see Kennith Burchman sitting next to Boris Ellington. You can see the bar wench, Sarah, glancing at the stage as she transports drink and food about the various tables.
conversations.prefix: Act I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You fit your instrument, your wondrous harp, as well as any musician ever has.  People are drawn to your fair face and your elegant movements.
conversations.prefix: Grace & Beauty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unfortunately, you are not nearly as graceful in speech as you are in looks and motion.  You don't seem to grasp that some things shouldn't be said.
conversations.prefix: Lack of Tact:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yeah, one is enough, but two are just nothing but trouble.
conversations.prefix: Double trouble:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One who has forgotten what light and color is, whose world is in perpetual darkness. Some say this is a curse.
conversations.prefix: Blinded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're used to creature comforts and wealthier surrounds. You call it discerning. Others call you soft.
conversations.prefix: Expensive Taste:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You haven't drown any rats or stolen away an entire town's worth of children (yet), but you think your music is pretty darn hypnotic anyway.
conversations.prefix: Piper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stressed out? What's that? You know just the right time to kick back and let life skip over you for a few minutes...or days.
conversations.prefix: Take it easy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not that you're entirely naive or innocent, but you didn't grow up on the streets, and the last word anyone would use to describe you is: streetwise.
conversations.prefix: Not from the streets:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You seem to have a knack for being int he right place at the right time, either by accident or on purpose.
conversations.prefix: Right place, right time.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The youngest child of a large family is well-versed in pranks and practical jokes.
conversations.prefix: Mischievous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "Words, words, they're all we have to go on!" (Rosencrantz and Guildern are Dead, Tom Stoppard)
  
  Pretty words and eloquence come naturally to you.
conversations.prefix: Flowery speech:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You carry on the customs of your ancestors, and their ancestors before them. Tradition has served you well. Of course, when tradition means drinking ram's piss to cure a hangover, people don't like hanging around you much.
conversations.prefix: The Old Ways:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once you have a set task in your head, you're not stopping until it's not just done, but done well.
conversations.prefix: Focused: