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Finally, a break is taken and a feast is to be had. You take a few scholarly companions and taste the East's finest meals. However, you realize you have ventured too far! You quickly deposit the required gold and store you items away, swiftly leading your group behind you. Your arrival was just in time. The scholars leave you with a friendly goodbye and you nod to them knowledgeably. Every adventurer needs time to rest, no? You spend an hour or so working on that ever-looming Mt. Taskius in front of you. But then, you get a warm smile across your face: it is time to join the Bard's Guild.
With annoyance unparalleled, you and your bards venture out onto a field far from the town. There had been some talk of a fire in a nearby guild, but you know someone had simply rung the bell to watch the people flee. It was a rather common occurrence among the lower guilds, sometimes even a crafty thief hoping to get a steal whilst others are away. When finally given the signal, you and the rest travel in and for some forsaken reason, you hope that perhaps after the event, the bard will finally be silent: you are wrong. The clamor behind you spirals and swirls through the air louder than any lute or pipe and swells to the ceiling and all around. They can clearly see you, head buried in your work with the candles all blown out, working under a small, dim glow off the metal of your armor. Alas, what care is give to those who try? The sound
rages on and hardly little progress in your quests is made...That though, does not irk you. What truly pierces the breastplate you wear to protect yourself from enemy blades is the dual-sided axe the bard caries. The one side, the demands she makes--do your work, be silent, follow me, do this step here, don't do it that way, you're wrong, you're always wrong--the other edge, the truth--she does nothing of the sort.
A summary my dear people. A hypocrite can be more dangerous to the human mind than work, a sword, or truly anything. It is not the sound or the annoyance that truly pierces you, it is that the sound is pummeled into you with her axe. Hypocrisy, not doing as you command of others or say is right, is not more justified that committing a crime yourself.