"-- I mean, it's not like I did it on purpose. A lot of people have probably done worse things with their cousins, and it was kind of dark anyway. I heard that some people marry their cousins too, so it's not like it's frowned upon by society or anything right?" Erik said, talking circles around himself as he absentmindedly fiddled with the tuning pegs on his lute with little to no regard for whether it would improve the sound of the instrument or not. "Well... Not in Teryn society at least, I don't really know what an Argoroth would say about it. You do have societies right?" Erik looked up from the ruination of his string tensions for a minute to look over to his hired hand, Jas. "I mean I'm no expert on anything much other than the arts-" He continued, the implication being that he genuinely believed he was a competent musician. Erik gave his lute a strum; the sound it produced was a discordant abomination. He wrinkled his nose at the sound before returning to his peg-twiddling. "You know I'm feeling more inspired already and we've barely adventured anywhere yet." He started up again, veering between subjects like a drunk on an empty highway.<br/><br/>"We're probably going to need to pick up some supplies or something, maybe some food or something to beat off ruffians with just in case my battle songs don't scare them off." Erik trilled on, plucking at a few strings on his beloved lute before slinging it over his back again. "I'll pay for it just get whatever you think would be useful, but don't spend it all on fancy fish lures or anything." The bard said dryly, reaching into his coin purse and picking out a few shiny pennies. He gave the coins a squinting look. It occurred to Erik that he didn't really know how much anything would actually cost. With a shrug and disinterested gesture he tossed the coins in Jas's general direction as they came to a momentary stop by a fountain that just looked like the perfect spot for serenading the local ladies. Bow chicka wow wow. "That should probably suffice, if there's any change you can keep it  I suppose."<br/><br/>The bard abruptly parked his ass on the edge of the fountain and swung his lute back from over his shoulder, it looked as if they were in some kind of square so there was probably tradesmen somewhere. The feather in his hat bounced gaily as he sat down and started making a mangled array of notes jangle unharmoniously out of his sad, tortured little instrument.<br/>"You know, if something really cool happens to us while we're out travelling I could write a song about it - I've been working on some ideas for songs lately but I'm kind of stuck for words. It's hard to find enough things to rhyme with Erik." He said with a frown. "Maybe I should just stick to my usual sort of music." Another series of painful notes erupted from the lute as the plucky young idiot thought aloud to the sound of gently rushing water behind him.