The bard

I don't know his name. I don't really remember what he looked like exactly. A lute. Long elven ears. A very interesting outfit. Very austentacius. He was a bard, a lore weaver some might call them. I see very few of them but I stopped to talk with him. He told me many things. The saddest of which was that his kind aree fewer every day and soon their singing will go out of the world like fire out of a hearth. And the smoke will be nothing to remind people of its goodness. And then he turned and left, and I offered him coin for his story but he'd not take it. And I watched him go...