It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…
And you think you’ve had issues with your father…
I am woman. Hear me roar!
"Hello, (insert village’s name)! It’s great to be here!"
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
What if the innkeeper knew what you wanted before you did?
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.