Chapter Fifteen: Clara

It was a short walk to the platform that held the massive harp, and Kilvic took his time covering it. Ariadne had succeeded in turning him from Moss’ idea the moment she’d asked him of its benefit. At that moment, he’d remembered something he’d always wanted to try since before leaving mount Trenon, and here was a splendid opportunity as any.

In Zeldric the art of performance was underappreciated. In truth, it was also underappreciated in a few other kingdoms. But it was worse here. Performances the likes of singing and the playing of instruments was at the heart of the kingdom of Almada’s belief however, where it was said to have originated from when the kingdom’s troubadours had migrated from its borders in search of newer audience who would marvel at their art.

As the saying goes: to be an Almadan is to be an artist.

Kilvic climbed the wooden steps to the platform, unnoticed by anyone but a few serving girls, the bartender,