“That is the greatest curse of all, porcito! All that responsibility and power – but no freedom! We can be in this town one night, and then halfway to Varrak another. A king is trapped in a palace, a prisoner of his own birth. Our talent lets us travel the world, living with little worry or care. We don’t have to toil in fields or pick up a sword. We earn our keep playing music. It is a lucky existence to be gifted! “So we owe a debt, no? To the kings. To the soldiers. The bakers, the weavers, the farmers, the stablehands. To everyone else who runs the world. We owe it to them to give them
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