The Rose Market

[The Stranger]

"I don't train bards..." The bravo said, "Why should I do this?"

[whatever]

"Do you have children, Dargo?"

[The Stranger]

"No."

[whatever]

"Then who will have your name live on after you have died, there have been many bravos that have lived amazing lives, but history probably only knows them because of their children or their students that lives on to tell them about their lives. I know that you don't hold bards in high regard, or maybe that is just me, but I am more than a bard. Train me, and I will show you that the sword I wear at my hip is more than a accessory to my outfit."

[The Stranger]

"I've already seen what your sword is," Dargo replied with a stiff chuckle, "and I was not impressed. Still, I suppose if you want to follow me around and record my victories, then by all means, do so. If you happen to learn something from observation, than be grateful."

[whatever]

"There it is then, Master Dargo. Thank you for letting me learn from you, so where are you heading now?"

[The Stranger]

"I am headed to Lord Tregario's. He has offered me eighty silver torches to instruct his men in the finer points of water dancing."

[whatever]

"I see, would it be possible for me to come with you, I would see your skills and you wouldn't have to consider it as training me." Lysaer said with a smile.

[The Stranger]

"I already told you you can follow along," Dargo said irritated, "just don't get in the way."

[whatever]

Lysaer smiled, gave Dargo a small bow.

"Lead the way, or else it'll be hard for me follow you around, Master Dargo."