Your Minstrel Stamps
Clancy begins to hum a tune, then stops and stamps his feet on the ground. "Ah, fair and wise and generous Boris . . . er, <playername>, I have a tune filling my head that would sound passing sweet on my lute!"
"Well, then, pull out your lute and let's hear it, good Clancy!"
"I cannot, <playername>, for my lute was stolen from me by a looting luter, lo these thousands of years ago."
"Bummer," you say, "maybe we could go to a pawn shop or something and get you a --"
"Gadzooks! A thought occurs to me. Mayhap the Luter -- who has surely been dead thousands of years -- took my lute with him to his grave! Mayhap it lies there still."
"Good Clancy, are you asking me to desecrate a grave for you?"
Clancy stops and twiddles his trotters. "Well, Boris was desecrating graves all the time, sometimes just for fun, so I figured --"
"Just messing with you, Clancy. Let's go reloot your lute from the luter!"
| Let's Go Save the Lute! |
"Verily, I can not wait to be reunited with my fat lute," Clancy says, "even though her strings have been sullied by another's touch."
"Don't worry," you say, "maybe he taught her a few new tricks."
Occurs when prompted by Clancy.
Notes
- Grants access to The Luter's Grave.
