| Mertaire: So this is the other one!
Mertaire: I wanted to know more about the story I heard in the tavern, so I came out here searching. I have a feeling I know who he is.
Lewenhart: I was waiting, Mertaire, for you to find this place.
Mertaire: Why, hello! You're Master Lewenhart, aren't you. You're practically a legend among us bards!
Lewenhart Now, now. Lets not get carried away. I am just another minstrel, like any other.
Mertaire: Master Lewenhart, I first heard your music on the street when I was a lad mired in poverty. I hadn't dreamt that anything could move me so! That moment I vowed to become a bard.
Mertaire: But, alas! Look at me! My voice is shrill and my lyrics lack emotion. I am but a worm in your shadow!
Lewenhart: Hmph. You hold me in too high regard. I have such days, too.
Mertaire: Even you, Master Lewenhart?
Lewenhart: Of course, my friend. Often I ask the stars above for whom and for what purpose I sing. But ever they are silent.
Lewenhart: But in such times I find myself standing before this stone. In my heart I try to sing of their feelings as they did.
Lewenhart: Then I remember how such is all that is needed from us bards.
Lewenhart: Both felt so dearly of the other that they tried to convey their love through the breeze and over the waves of the ocean.
Lewenhart: Can you not feel the yearning in your heart? Before you can move the hearts of others, first you must believe in yourself.
Lewenhart: Music comes from within. That truth we must never forget.
Lewenhart: You must have endured a terrible ordeal, my friend. Know your feelings, and be honest with yourself about them. I belive that from such synergy beautiful music will flow.
Mertaire: So I must be honest with myself?
Lewenhart: That is right. I know we will meet again someday. When that time comes, will you play for me?
Mertaire: Yes, of course!
Lewenhart: Thanks for all you've done. Now you know upon what path a bard walks. You are always welcome to join us in harmony!
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