The soft melody of plucked strings rises over the murmur of the crowded street as you pass a narrow alley. Down that side street a halfling’s fingers dance across lute strings, and a dwarf’s drum rumbles like a wave, before a blast from an—apparently gnomish—instrument you don’t quite recognize. This patchwork orchestra calls passersby to forget their errands for a while.

~ Envisioned by Bob World Builder



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