So that's it. My Honeydews are no more... We've split up many times, but something tells me last night is final. What's worse is that those bastards at the tavern wouldn't give me a room after my oh-so-kind bandmates - former bandmates, I guess - made a mess of the place while fighting. Harper and Daniel never got along, but this... this was something else. I should've tried to stop Harper from storming off towards that keep, but I was so busy dodging Dan's swings that I could hardly focus on anything else.
Anyway, I've got no band, no payment, and no bed. The bartender even insulted me. ME! Miles Rapore! Don't they know I'm a musical genius? Whatever. In the morning, I'll set out again. Guess I won't need to pack my flute. Maybe I'll just go back to being a cobbler.
Lore/The Honeydews
The Honeydews is a lore note.
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| THE BAND IS HISTORY | (1/4) | The Honeydews (1/4)
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| TIME FOR A REBRAND! | (2/4) | The Honeydews (2/4)
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| SOMETHING CALLED ME HERE | (3/4) | The Honeydews (3/4)
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| A GOOD TRADE, MY FRIEND! | (4/4) | The Honeydews (4/4)
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Entries (4/4)
I was naive to wish for the band to break up. Traveling alone is tough. I don't have anyone by my side to keep these drunkards off me! I'm no siren or toy! I just want to make music in peace! If only that freak Daniel the Damned hadn't disturbed our audience at the tavern by losing his teeth everywhere during his interlude... He takes his "curses" gimmick too far... if it even still is a gimmick.
It's time to rebrand. "Harper the Harpist" evokes an image of illustrious allure that I don't want to claim anymore. I should've never let them force this image on me... when did I lose my way? I used to sing and dance for fun, not for money or to elevate some mediocre band... and I don't even like playing the harp!
I must've fallen asleep or something, because when I woke up, I was here. Had the taste of blood in my mouth, so I pulled another rotten tooth from my jaw and crushed it with my heel. I hate them all. Wish I could crush their throats, too.
"Image is everything - Look, don't lose your cool!"
"Daniel, you freak! Calm down! You'll upset everyone!"
"Good fortune is all around, friend! Just don't be miserable!"
Thanks again for letting me pass, my new friend! When I saw your fearsome patrol, I was almost worried! But as it turns out, The Honeydew's fan club has members even out here! Ha! Who knew?
I hope my old lute will bring you much joy! Remember: if you pluck the strings lightly, the others won't hear you practice. I know you have appearances to keep up, being the local Scavenger leader and all. I know all about that. I've had to push away my true passion, too. Hey, once I'm back from the mountains - and once I've established my new career as a gliding master - I'll come back to teach you some tunes! I'll leave one here for you, too. Practice makes perfect!
Let's duet together soon!
Stay sharp,