Shione

## Talent

  Regale **Cost: 0** Boost the health and mana regeneration of your party by playing a tune.

## Dialogue

greet
 Lannon

> Greetings! Are you a resident of this town, or a traveler like me?
> I've heard what your mayor says, but I assure you, there are other towns. I just... am having a hard time remembering their names.
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Arbo

> Awww, what a sweet thing you are. I had a, whatever you are, once when I was child. I think.
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Merewen

> You look as if you have seen many moons, but not enough sunlight. You should get a drink. It might do you well.
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Rycard

> Hello there. If you ever want to get a drink, I'm here all day. And night. I never go anywhere since I can scarcely remember who I am. Hah!
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Airendal

> I have met your kind before. You have my thanks.
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Gallitzin

> A stalwart individual you appear to be. I would love to hear your story.
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Shione

> I have never attempted to make an instrument. I could be done... but I would need specialized tools. No, I am afraid this is beyond my talents.
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Bhulown

> Your... horn. It makes music? What a wonderous thing.
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Dimas

> Each metal sings it's own tune. Have you ever heard a blade sing out as it is drawn from a scabbard? it can be beautiful.
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Laszra

> Life is a song, if you are willing to listen.
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job

> The best thing about being a bard is that it isn't a job at all. I am only doing what I love. I can't remember nearly as many songs as I once could, but I can still get a tavern singing along.
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fog

> I had to travel through it to get here. Though, I cannot remember where I was before, or what I did while in it. I suppose this is my life now. And not a bad place to start one. A life that is. I've always admired the small towns.
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book

> They are useless, I suppose. Can you think of a use for wood thinly sliced, other than tinder? Maybe they once had a purpose.
> I prefer the more intangible, like songs. They are made, and reside, in our minds. They can be shared along a journey, and in each telling they can change. Each artist makes it their own.
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Emerisk

> I have been welcomed here. And I think I might stay. Also, I had a bit of a spat with some Agmarians along the way and I would rather not venture back into the fog.
> I once heard of an Emerisk in song, but it was much larger than this, and full of grandeur. Perhaps this is all that is left. Life often builds on the ruins of that which came before, determined not to give up on the past. So noble. At other times, so sad.
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Agmarians

> Oh yes, they are quite real. Many will slay you on sight, yet still others are gentle. I suppose they are not that different from mankind in such respects.
> I know a song which tells of their betrayal to men long ago. Who knows if it is true. Songs grow and change, just an we do. In that way I consider them to be alive.
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Renault

> Songs do tell of a great warrior by that name. A noble house, with a long lineage of heroes, many of which have had songs crafted in their honor. Could it be that he lived in such a simple town?
> It would not surprise me, for I have often found great things in simple places. In fact, I reckon they are more likely to rise in such places. I cannot say why.
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caves

> Terrible places. And also wonderous. They are filled with so much mystery. I could almost write a new song just thinking about them. I would so love to venture into one sometime.
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graveyard

> A place where stories end but songs begin. Most songs are about those who are no longer with us; the good ones anyways.
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Goblins

> I have fought them. How you ask, for I am but a simple bard? With cunning of course. And also quick feet. Sometimes wisdom counts the steps to an exit before it turns the corner.
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Scaphin

> I am not familiar with such creatures, though it would not surprise me to encounter such a thing on my travels. I have seen many strange things as I venture, and I can even remember some of them.
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librarian

> I once saw a library. It was open though, not like the one you have here. So many stories... but I cannot recall how we learned the stories from it. I think it had something to do with books.
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silver

> A song says that the moon Miala rained down it's tears upon the world, giving us silver. It gave this gift as it died. It remains split nearly down the middle.
> If a moon can be alive, I would think Miala still is. Just... wounded.
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corundum

> It sounds... familiar. I must have heard a song about it once.
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blue light

> I believe this is how I left the fog to enter this place. A light led me out. I may have been lost forever otherwise. Like the others in there... oh.. no! The fog! It is full of them! They wander in darkness! So many! So... so... what we we talking about again?
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moons

> There are three moons, as you already know;
> Tethrys, Gammon, and Miala. But Miala is the most interesting to me. Something about her silver light inspires me.
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Miala

> The silver moon... or sometimes the split moon. She rises slowly in the sky, persisting longer than the others, but disappearing for just as long. Stories say that she suffered a fatal blow, splitting her in two.
> I have never heard of tales from before she was split, but they say that her death rained silver upon the land. If you do not know about silver, it is often the bane of unholy or magical things. Perhaps this was her last effort to help us, as her death brought such materials to our world.
> Some say this, some say that. It is impossible to know the truth is it not? I have a hard time remembering even what I know to be true. All I ask for is good material for my next song.
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venture

> I have been travelling for so long, and to be honest, the food has been quite dull. I haven't had something sweet to eat in ages. I don't suppose you would be willing to fetch me a cake would you?
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> I have heard the baron talking, loudly I should say... that he has been selling sweets to people, but they keep forgetting that they paid him, or even asked for food. He stores all the excess in crates and stashes them somewhere below his house.
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> I am sure it would not be too much trouble for you to retrieve one for me. He is just leaving them to rot.
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> I feel well fed and rested enough to finally start travelling again! You would make an interesting companion.
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Kalindraur

> Such a name is worthy of song. I can already hear the melody...
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moongates

> If they were scattered in the wilderness, even then would they not be found? Many walk the night without light. Could they be underground, or in a place too dangerous to reach?
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Codex

> I may not be able to help you with this, but I could always write a song about it. We shall see if inspiration seizes me.
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