Gather around and set the stage. Practice is of essence. Especially, when folks are not trained in the bardic arts. After our discussion of the heist, Skrytvor makes the preparations necessary for us to make our debut for the Bogatsvo.
"Welcome to the Krasivaya Ploshchad!" my partner in crime declares with both arms in the air. "This is the city's hub for performance."
"Wait." I reach a realization. "Does that mean, there are no traveling bards?"
Initially, Skrytvor laughs out loud. He apparently thinks that I'm not serious. I raise my brow and cross my arms. The Sumerki stops to study my expression.
"Mne zhal," he apologizes. "I forget that the surface does not have a centralized location for theaters and the like."
"Aye, that's true but," I stand with conviction. "Being able to tr
