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That sounds like a Harry Dresden thing to accidentally do... *picks up phone, leans back in chair* "Dresden, Wizard PI. Paranormal investigation, lost items found, reas..." *CRASH* "...reasonable rates."

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"Hah. Well, funny story...no. It hasn't crossed my mind. Where I come from, cobbling isn't so advanced an art as that quite yet. It's strings or buckles, and buckles look far too tacky." He tugs on a wrapped bundle slung across his back, setting it carefully down next to him. "Now, is everything else undamaged?"

Milo folded a square of cloth into a pad, holding it onto his cut forehead and sighing. “I’m not people. It takes a brilliant sort of halfwit to be me, I’m afraid. I keep walking forward, whether it’s a good idea or not.” His head still pounded, and the offending shoelaces were splayed to the side in a sinuous tangle. “My shoes are rather tired of it, I guess.”

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Milo folded a square of cloth into a pad, holding it onto his cut forehead and sighing. "I'm not people. It takes a brilliant sort of halfwit to be me, I'm afraid. I keep walking forward, whether it's a good idea or not." His head still pounded, and the offending shoelaces were splayed to the side in a sinuous tangle. "My shoes are rather tired of it, I guess."

“What? It couldn’t be, I just tied i-ii-IIT!” Milo stumbled and fell flat on his face, tripping over his shoelaces like an uncoordinated child. “Augh. Ouch. Aaahh, that’s not fun…” He struggled to get back on his feet, but he felt too dizzy. There was something warm going down his forehead, and his nose hurt.

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"What? It couldn't be, I just tied i-ii-IIT!" Milo stumbled and fell flat on his face, tripping over his shoelaces like an uncoordinated child. "Augh. Ouch. Aaahh, that's not fun..." He struggled to get back on his feet, but he felt too dizzy. There was something warm going down his forehead, and his nose hurt.

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“–You do know that your boot is untied, yeah? Should probably get that before you trip and hurt yourself.”

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Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

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Disney Lyrics Starter

"One jump ahead of the hitman!" Milo sings, taunting the thug trying to intimidate him. "You street ruffians are all the same; thinking just isn't your style. If I've seen just one of you, I've seen you all, I swear to gods." The hitman whose intelligence was in question snarled, swinging his knife this way and that as he tried to gut the nimble young halfling. "Just gimme your money, or we'll see how long that little jabberjaw of yours keeps flapping after I slash it off!" Milo pulled his own dagger from his belt, barely countering what would have been a lethal strike to his neck. The children he was defending gasped as he shoved the incoming blade aside, causing it to hit his arm instead. "My mouth is a tough thing to stop; you'll tire yourself out trying," he retorted, blood beginning to drip down his sleeve. "Leave these peasants alone, or face the ridiculing tongue and twisting blade of an angry minstrel!"

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Milo stopped in his tracks. He had never thought about the fact that Seraphina's power, or his affiliation with her, might unnerve a visitor. "I'm sorry. I don't know how magic is perceived where you are from, but I swear to you on my fiddle and bow, this woman is the most kind and resourceful person I have ever met. I tell you from the bottom of my heart that if anyone can help you, it's her. I can't expect you to trust me, but please, trust my belief in Seraphina Hawkclaw." He carefully approached the young man, holding out his hand in a gesture of reassurance.

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“This bird is special. It is a magic bird, belonging to my good friend. She’s a sorceress, you see. Very handy in a tight spot.”

Milo lifted his arm slightly, gently tossing the hawk into the air. “Go! Tell her someone is in trouble! Find Seraphina!”

Milo watched the bird fly, then turned to the startled Ethan. “Come on. It’ll be faster if we follow him!”

All this to find his family? Ethan was beginning to doubt this man’s motives. He didn’t move for a second, weighing his options. He needed to find his family; his mother and older brothers were most likely worried sick about him. But all this talk about magic birds and sorceresses just made him wary. He needed to get out of this crowd. He needed to.

But before his panic could overwhelm him, Ethan took a deep breath. “Are you sure about this?” he asked once more.

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"This bird is special. It is a magic bird, belonging to my good friend. She's a sorceress, you see. Very handy in a tight spot." Milo lifted his arm slightly, gently tossing the hawk into the air. "Go! Tell her someone is in trouble! Find Seraphina!" Milo watched the bird fly, then turned to the startled Ethan. "Come on. It'll be faster if we follow him!"

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Milo nods, acknowledging the bond of musicianship. “The best lute in the world is only as good as its player. Your status matters not to a farm boy at sea, and you have no worries about rejection among rejects like me. We halflings are… undesirable in these parts, sad to say. But enough of that. I think the messenger has arrived.” A shape swooped down from the sky, blurring red and brown, streaking toward Milo’s arm. It was a hawk, a great red hawk, and it perched on his outstretched arm.

“ Calix, my friend, find me your mistress. I need her help.”

Ethan took a shocked step back as the bird flew down and landed on the other’s arm. His eyes were wide as the man started talking to the bird. Did it understand? Ethan had never even heard of men who thought they could talk to birds before, not even in the stories of old. So he gave the man a very strange look, and asked one simple question,

“You can talk to birds?”

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Milo nods, acknowledging the bond of musicianship. “The best lute in the world is only as good as its player. Your status matters not to a farm boy at sea, and you have no worries about rejection among rejects like me. We halflings are... undesirable in these parts, sad to say. But enough of that. I think the messenger has arrived.” A shape swooped down from the sky, blurring red and brown, streaking toward Milo’s arm. It was a hawk, a great red hawk, and it perched on his outstretched arm.

“ Calix, my friend, find me your mistress. I need her help.”

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“Milo Tosscobble, of the village of Longbridge. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, sir Ethan. I know this city passing well, it being one of our most frequent stops in all Algoren. But I also have a friend who knows these streets like the back of her hands. If anyone has seen them, she will have.”

He smiled, covering up the last remnant of his regret with the blanketing grin. He motioned with his left hand, pulling his fiddle from behind his back. “I find that the best way to get a friend’s attention is with a song you both know by heart.” He drew his bow, pulling it lightly across the strings. A long sighing shriek, like the cry of a raptor, emanated from the chamber. “There’s no sound that carries like a birdcall!”

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“Milo Tosscobble, of the village of Longbridge. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, sir Ethan. I know this city passing well, it being one of our most frequent stops in all Algoren. But I also have a friend who knows these streets like the back of her hands. If anyone has seen them, she will have.”

He smiled, covering up the last remnant of his regret with the blanketing grin. He motioned with his left hand, pulling his fiddle from behind his back. “I find that the best way to get a friend’s attention is with a song you both know by heart.” He drew his bow, pulling it lightly across the strings. A long sighing shriek, like the cry of a raptor, emanated from the chamber. “There’s no sound that carries like a birdcall!”

Worried starter

We were separated. That was a feeling Milo knew well. Ever since he was a boy in the fields of Fairvale, he had been lost. Ever since the raids began, streaming endlessly from the savannah by the vale. Ever since his family was…separated. He traveled for a reason, after all.

His face fell slightly as the pain surfaced, the long, sharp ache that accompanied the thought of home stabbing into his heart like a dagger. He quickly dismissed the agonizing thought and focused on the young human in front of him.

“No one should wander in a strange place without company. It’s naught but bad luck to be alone in a place like this, and worse luck to be lost. Would you like me to help you find your family?”

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We were separated. That was a feeling Milo knew well. Ever since he was a boy in the fields of Fairvale, he had been lost. Ever since the raids began, streaming endlessly from the savannah by the vale. Ever since his family was...separated. He traveled for a reason, after all.

His face fell slightly as the pain surfaced, the long, sharp ache that accompanied the thought of home stabbing into his heart like a dagger. He quickly dismissed the agonizing thought and focused on the young human in front of him.

“No one should wander in a strange place without company. It’s naught but bad luck to be alone in a place like this, and worse luck to be lost. Would you like me to help you find your family?”

Worried starter

Milo turned, grateful for the interruption. If he had mouthed off yet again, he might have been taken off the crew. He was a traveling man; a life spent in a single city, even one as busy as this, was a life wasted. “Well, this place here is the main pier, and the ship anchored here is the Bluegill. My name’s Milo, and this is the Bluegill’s Captain, Sonny Caliegh. Is there anything we can help you with? We’re delivering some shipments of fine and rare materials, if you’re looking to buy.”

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Milo turned, grateful for the interruption. If he had mouthed off yet again, he might have been taken off the crew. He was a traveling man; a life spent in a single city, even one as busy as this, was a life wasted. "Well, this place here is the main pier, and the ship anchored here is the Bluegill. My name's Milo, and this is the Bluegill's Captain, Sonny Caliegh. Is there anything we can help you with? We're delivering some shipments of fine and rare materials, if you're looking to buy."

Worried starters

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“How did you get those bruises? Please don’t lie to me.“ Milo sighed as he confronted his Captain. Swingfoot Caliegh was the best sea captain in the world, and he was no fool, either. Lying to Caliegh would be useless, even for a quick-witted halfling such as himself. As silver as his tongue was, he could hide no secret from the man who raised him. “Well, sir, you see, there were these ruffians in the marketplace, and…” “And you got yerself into a grand old scuffle, defending the rights of the common halfling. Aye, it’s always the same, Milo. You need to pick yer battles, boy.” As Milo’s mouth sprung into the beginning of a fine retort, a set of footsteps behind him echoed off the pier…

Ethan felt, understandably, completely lost. The Forresters had made this trip to pursue a very lucrative offer for their ironwood; an offer that would hopefully make his House comfortable again. With this deal, they wouldn’t have to rely on Ramsay Snow anymore, or the Whitehills. Ethan hated them just as much as his family, so he sincerely hoped they would win this deal.

But he had gotten lost; separated from his twin and his other siblings in an effort to escape the crowds. Ethan hated crowds. He stopped a few feet behind two men who seemed to be having an argument, and tried to wait for an opening in their conversation.

“Excuse me, sers–” Ethan walked closer, knowing he probably looked very out of place in his drab, heavy clothing. His face started to redden. “Would you happen t’know exactly where I am?”

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Worried starters

“How did you get those bruises? Please don’t lie to me.“ Milo sighed as he confronted his Captain. Swingfoot Caliegh was the best sea captain in the world, and he was no fool, either. Lying to Caliegh would be useless, even for a quick-witted halfling such as himself. As silver as his tongue was, he could hide no secret from the man who raised him. "Well, sir, you see, there were these ruffians in the marketplace, and…” “And you got yerself into a grand old scuffle, defending the rights of the common halfling. Aye, it’s always the same, Milo. You need to pick yer battles, boy.” As Milo’s mouth sprung into the beginning of a fine retort, a set of footsteps behind him echoed off the pier…