[Below is my narration of this entry.]
Only in Skyrim would I run into a traveling bard in the middle of nowhere when the last thing I’m trying to do is be reminded of bards. Thanks, Skyrim, you know just how to cheer me up. His name is Talsgar the Wanderer. Well Talsgar, I may not be a bard, but I know a thing or two about wandering. I make conversation with him, and even ask him to train me in the art of speech. He declines, but suggests instead that I seek out someone in the bard’s college. My open palm suddenly feels like wandering into Talsgar’s face, but I resist. He couldn’t know that’s a sore subject for me. Well, since my mind has already turned once more to barding, I might as well request a song from a fellow
bard wanderer. I have missed the cheerful sound of song during my travels. He has no instruments, but does a pretty good rendition of that Dragonborn song people seem so fond of. When the song concludes, we both part our wandering ways.