#baronyofthesilverwolf

The Wanted Poster reads: Wanted: Captured or Extra Crispy with a rather accurate drawing of a rooster pooka dressed in Minstrel voile. For Crimes of Defamation by Song aka 'NADEEN, NADEEN, I'm begging you please don't take our land' to the tune of Dolly Parton's Jolene during civil ceremonies. A reward is being offered as long as the culprit is returned alive and with a few feathers intact. Gag not required but preferred for said poultroon. By order of Baroness Nadeen Dancingsnow ap Varich.

"Now," Nadeen looks at her nearest advisor, "Tell me why I shouldn't put a dozen of these out?"

Bluebell strokes her ears contemplatively and offers, "Perhaps it is meant as a compliment?"

Nadeen hurumphs

She considers, and recites in a sing-song tone, "Your power taunts us in our sleep, and there's nothing we can do to keep, from bowing when you stalk our streets, Nadeen." Her nose twitches a bit. "Well, the bit about your hair and eyes is lovely."

"Honestly, all that troll training I got with some very UN varich ideas, and this is the angle he goes with?" Nadeen sniffs, "People do not appreciate my velvet glove approach . I wonder if he's TRYING to provoke me? "

"Oh, my." A delicate hand over her mouth. "Whyever wouldst anyone do that?"

A curious look, "Bluebell, do you think this fellow wants a chase and the infamy that comes with it? Or... is hoping to turn himself in for the reward?"

"I would never imagine such a thing. My, I must say, he DOES look dashing in that poster."

"What is it they say about publicity?" She ponders.

"That there's no such thing as BAD Publicity. I am not sure I subscribe to that view, particularly when publicity could lead to ones giblets hanging from a gibbet but I do see your point. It's possible he wants to be a raskish outlaw."

A wicked smile crosses her features "There's ONE form of publicity no musician can stand. A below average review." She flips the paper over and writes "It was a dubious pleasure listening to this performer's attempts at levity. One would think well trod ground would allow one to move past merely mediocre with greater haste, but the lack of originality, the timid timbre, and the so so resonance left the performer in a quagmire that became quite the slog not only for the song, but the audience. One has to give points for trying, and he was trying, very. One hopes he continues to practice (out of earshot) before he decides to become a PROFESSIONAL musician"

With every line, Bluebell shrinks back in faux horror. "THAT will salt his codpiece, I dare say."

Her eyes gleaming in amusement.

A wicked look over her work "Yes, that might do. Pardon me Bluebell. I need to touch this up before I make copies to distribute about town... under a pen name I think. It'll drive him crazy thinking it might be a real critic"

Bluebell nods emphatically. "I must remember to remain always on your bad side." As she bows, and slips from the room.

With that Baroneess Nadeen Dancingsnow (Aka Sasha Frost) whistles happily as she gets to to her wicked wicked work.

(End Scene)