Wandering the lands of Sosaria recently I happened upon a curiousity.
An odd little man with a michevious gleam in his eye hailed me at the roadside.
After a few moments of polite conversation I asked him if the home under construction nearby was his.
He motioned me over and showed me the dimensions of his property, obviously very proud of his recent acquisition.
He told me a fantastic tale of building a theater for all of Sosaria to enjoy. A place where performances would be held for all to watch. Where folks from all walks of life could engage in displaying their talents for the entertainment of others. He explained the balconies and seating for the audience, and how people could come and audition, to see if a life on stage was in their future. As he talked I couldn't help but be distracted by his unique pet dancing about at his side.
" Why his name is Puck of course lass. " He answered with a sly grin, when asked the creatures name.
I inquired if I might mark a rune, so as to easily return to his establishment. I shared with him my love for a good tale well told, and remarked I would enjoy seeing one of his performances once his theater had been constructed. With his agreement I marked a spare rune and carefully placed it in my book, noting the odd name of the theater to be.
Remarking that he had to meet the stone workers I bid him farewell and went on about my travels. A theater! How exciting! To watch a story unfold on stage. But I pondered as I rode along. Robin Goodfellow. Hmm...and Puck...why do those names seem familiar? Perhaps a tale I had read in an old book?
An odd little man with a michevious gleam in his eye hailed me at the roadside.
After a few moments of polite conversation I asked him if the home under construction nearby was his.
He motioned me over and showed me the dimensions of his property, obviously very proud of his recent acquisition.
He told me a fantastic tale of building a theater for all of Sosaria to enjoy. A place where performances would be held for all to watch. Where folks from all walks of life could engage in displaying their talents for the entertainment of others. He explained the balconies and seating for the audience, and how people could come and audition, to see if a life on stage was in their future. As he talked I couldn't help but be distracted by his unique pet dancing about at his side.
" Why his name is Puck of course lass. " He answered with a sly grin, when asked the creatures name.
I inquired if I might mark a rune, so as to easily return to his establishment. I shared with him my love for a good tale well told, and remarked I would enjoy seeing one of his performances once his theater had been constructed. With his agreement I marked a spare rune and carefully placed it in my book, noting the odd name of the theater to be.
Remarking that he had to meet the stone workers I bid him farewell and went on about my travels. A theater! How exciting! To watch a story unfold on stage. But I pondered as I rode along. Robin Goodfellow. Hmm...and Puck...why do those names seem familiar? Perhaps a tale I had read in an old book?