The bard looked around nervously. “Ya know, all this stuff is good fun, but I’m not so sure I’m ready to settle down just yet. There’s a lot more road out there that I haven’t traveled, a lot more song that I haven’t sung, and a lot more brew that I haven’t drunk.” He slid the envelope into a pouch. “The future’s not known until it’s known, right?”
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Moderation is good so long as it is not exaggerated!
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