and it will be hard
The jongleur was good, but the musician was better. A small crowd was gathering around to listen, hands began clapping and some even crooked arms to dance a lively jig that sent people staggering into one another. Ren was jostled this way and that, with thin arms wrapped protectively around the lute case, until they found themselves nearly at the back of the audience. Looking around for a gap in the throng to slip into, their eye caught on a pair of boys around the same age, so like to one another that they had to be twins at least, and clones being the more likely. One of them waved at Ren, and gained a shy smile in return. Sidling over, a dark head of hair partially obscuring the young face nodded at the performance. "Did you want to see them too?"
but that's not all it will be
REN
