#NAME
#Bardove
#TEXT
#Good day to you, sire.	
#NAME
#Mr. Redding
#TEXT
#Nothin’ good ‘bout it, master bard. A plague hit me crops, I fear I’ma fail to feed me younguns properly ‘till come spring.
#END
#SECOND
#NAME
#Mr. Redding
#TEXT
#Don’t ye have a song to sing, sire?. 
#END
