09-25-2008, 04:16 AM
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“Hardly,” he laughed. “But I'm also a musician, though the banjo is my instrument of choice. I'm just a traveller who's set up camp with some others back a bit in the forest.” Though if he were a huntsman, it would have been interesting to see what kind of different life he would have led. But it still didn't spare him from taking her shape in, intrigued by the clothing and the likeness between them already. “We have a violinist, a cellist, and a pianist too, though we lack a piano. Kind of hard to haul one around and all.” Then again, the only one of the two who had made moves to stick around was the violinist, though that was an assumption. Ahren was building something and to Laurel, that meant sticking around in his book. “What about you, travelling with any others? I can tell you're not from around here, well, neither am I, considering we're both wearing clothes. Folks around here haven't quite figured out the allure or usefulness yet.”[/html]