The bard stopped running after the hooded figure, and went back in his room.
He tried to go to sleep.
The prince springs up from his bed
Prince: wh-who are you?
"People call me many names and profanities, but I’d prefer to be called Drevis. "
(Yes I asked Snake to allow me to make a second character :b)
Prince: are… are you here to kill me?
the prince grabs his lute with one hand.
Prince: i… then, what are you here for?
Drevis: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I want somebody to talk to. Maybe I want a royal advice. Maybe I want your help to seize the throne.
He lightly picks on one of the lute strings.
Prince: d-don’t touch my lute!
Prince: and i’m not helping you to get the throne!
Drevis smiles as he realises the importance of the lute. He picks the lute up.
Drevis: Really, now? All I want is to take a burden from your heavy shoulder. I heard your performance in front of the library. Quite amusing, although I don’t think the king is quite happy with it.
Bard: ho-… if you know this much, you know i’ll never betray the king, right?
(this is happening on the 2nd floor, so i guess the criminal he was talking about earlier is a random scum)
(It was Drevis. Sorry. Maybe just a normal thug?)
Drevis: Will you not? The fate of the kingdom, or the precious lute of yours?
The bard hesitates for a second
Bard: …go ahead, break it in half. i wont help you kill the king for such an… unimportant piece of wood.