1(This fellow is called Trill-- though honestly speaking, he has yet to figure how most people (if not all people) so quickly and often surmised this fact. He was not any means a thrilling person, preferring to spend his days dipping in and out of the shadows of the country and playing small diddies here and there for himself and all those who cared to listen. His clothes were festive, but certainly not frilly; and though he might have fancied himself a jolly fellow once prior to this curse, he felt himself more now serious than silly. But, indeed, his name was Trill and Trill supposed this was better than being mistaken for a Thrill or Frill or Sill...y. Today, our dear Trill is on a boat in the middle of a city whose roads were more water and boats, than pavement and cart. The boat itself is not his.) |