Murus Lapideus Inn
10th of Ash, Year 122
It wasn't that Finn never used Mesmer when he performed. He was used to encouraging symphonies toward enjoyment and contentment, but he didn't want people to catch him and think he was trying to control their minds. Magic wasn't outlawed or looked down upon in Kalzasi, but people were expected to use it ethically even if they weren't members of the Circle of Spells. Here, it was assumed that if one had magic, it would be flaunted, as it marked one out as higher in the social pecking order, and artists with Mesmer used it all the time. Mesmusic seemed a strange word to him, but Vastian was not his mother tongue.
He finally ended his set, having played well in his own critical estimation and used his Mesmer to emote the shifting feelings behind the lyrics and the chords. The applause was boisterous, and even he had to acknowledge that he had truly achieved a new level of skill. All the same, his fair cheeks flushed as the proprietor walked him toward the bar, assuring him that he would always have a place to play, promising to make it worth his while—it seemed a nice enough taproom for a decent inn, though perhaps not one that often saw such skill, talent, and magical prowess. Finn thanked him, assured him he would be back the following week, and settled at the bar with a drink provided by the house.
The peregrinus was gracious with his new fans, many of whom thanked him, lauded him, and offered drinks, delectables, and even dates, but eventually, he began to work his subtle spell into one of distraction, and the crowd went back to their business of recreation, leaving him in a pocket of calm to enjoy his drink.
That was when he looked up and noticed a rather fey elf looking at him, untouched by Finn's subtle suggestion. The man wasn't about to overpower someone else's symphony just for a bit of rest, let alone tackle another Mesmer about it; or perhaps the elf was a warder and thus unassailable. Finn realized he didn't know enough about magic, especially for a place where it was so ubiquitous.
He smiled and offered an awkward wave. While he enjoyed the limelight, it was only to connect with an audience while performing music. His dose of that was complete for now, and he much preferred to focus on fewer people.
Finn indicated the seat next to him with a hand, a raised eyebrow, and a tinkle of welcome through his Rune.
10th of Ash, Year 122
It wasn't that Finn never used Mesmer when he performed. He was used to encouraging symphonies toward enjoyment and contentment, but he didn't want people to catch him and think he was trying to control their minds. Magic wasn't outlawed or looked down upon in Kalzasi, but people were expected to use it ethically even if they weren't members of the Circle of Spells. Here, it was assumed that if one had magic, it would be flaunted, as it marked one out as higher in the social pecking order, and artists with Mesmer used it all the time. Mesmusic seemed a strange word to him, but Vastian was not his mother tongue.
He finally ended his set, having played well in his own critical estimation and used his Mesmer to emote the shifting feelings behind the lyrics and the chords. The applause was boisterous, and even he had to acknowledge that he had truly achieved a new level of skill. All the same, his fair cheeks flushed as the proprietor walked him toward the bar, assuring him that he would always have a place to play, promising to make it worth his while—it seemed a nice enough taproom for a decent inn, though perhaps not one that often saw such skill, talent, and magical prowess. Finn thanked him, assured him he would be back the following week, and settled at the bar with a drink provided by the house.
The peregrinus was gracious with his new fans, many of whom thanked him, lauded him, and offered drinks, delectables, and even dates, but eventually, he began to work his subtle spell into one of distraction, and the crowd went back to their business of recreation, leaving him in a pocket of calm to enjoy his drink.
That was when he looked up and noticed a rather fey elf looking at him, untouched by Finn's subtle suggestion. The man wasn't about to overpower someone else's symphony just for a bit of rest, let alone tackle another Mesmer about it; or perhaps the elf was a warder and thus unassailable. Finn realized he didn't know enough about magic, especially for a place where it was so ubiquitous.
He smiled and offered an awkward wave. While he enjoyed the limelight, it was only to connect with an audience while performing music. His dose of that was complete for now, and he much preferred to focus on fewer people.
Finn indicated the seat next to him with a hand, a raised eyebrow, and a tinkle of welcome through his Rune.
