Bryce Bantam
Just a dude
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyG66Kew7QE
The great conference had just concluded on Gandle Ott. It had been decided, their job was done. The good, or good enough governments of the region had been restored and the area. The Kathol region, destabilized by the Black Rose, was now back in the hands of the people. Fancy speeches and grand halls had given way to a small smoky bar on the edge of town.
Bryce lounged in the corner, guitar pick pressed between his lips, as he gently plucked a bitter sweet tune his his acoustic ax. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears had be shed to get to this point and although they had completed the task at hand, their job felt unfinished. Layla, Bryce's trusted companion, stopped over and placed her soft hand on his shoulder to note she had returned. With a gentle smile she placed a beer at his side and sat down next to him to listen for awhile.
As one looked over the bar you would soon see it was not filled with just locals but with men and women of all sizes, races, and creeds. A melting pot of sorts, many of the Underground had retreated from the grand celebrations beyond to this small refuge. While the bureaucrats and aristocrats longed for the bright lights and adulation, those of the underground did not seek glory or praise. I job well done an a cool beer was usually all the thanks that was required.
We are the underground, we always have been. It is last call before we break up into our cells, one last time to share stories, before we scattered back to the verse at large...
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