(Dictated)

[tylendel]

(There are no words at the beginning of this entry. Instead, music plays over the journal. Tylendel isn't a bard. He can't control how his music effects others and, compared to some, his skills are woefully inept, but he is enjoying himself.

Yes, he wished for a lute.

At the end of several pieces, he chuckles.)

I apologize for any fumbling. Van is far more talented than I am.

(Yet this is fun for him.)

I miss the music of Valdemar. Living so near the Bardic Collegium had its positive aspects. There were free concerts almost constantly.

(He sighs quietly.)

Is everyone alright? I know it has been a rough couple of weeks.

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[bezazzled]

A fellow musician, I see. I can play something, too!

[She plays a song on her new recorder. She's doing her best!]

[tylendel]

Oh I like that! (He chuckles, though not unkindly.) Would you like to play together?

[bezazzled]

Wait, really? You're not just saying that because I'm a kid?