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The weather was frigid, too damn cold for anyone with sense to be out and traveling. Then again, the two were never known for their common sense that got lost amongst the need for work. Work meant food and clothing as well as hopefully a place out of the winter for most of the season. Given that the season was halfway over, they weren't having the best of luck.

They were a pair of musicians bundled in furs and thick woolens that bespoke of a better life before this winter. Undestinguishable from each other in the bulk of the clothing, even their instruments hidden in layers to protect them from the bitter cold. The pair trudged up the lane that led to a small manor house, it being the closest shelter within leagues but for the various barns that surrounded the house. They weren't going to lower themselves to sleeping in a barn until after being turned from the house, and few people had music this late in winter that it was going to be hard to turn down even the worst minstrels.

Once at a small door at the side of the house, the slightly taller of the two drew his gloved hand out of the warm confines of his cloak and knocked strongly on the wooden planks. It took only a few seconds before the door was opened by a slight, mousy-looking servant woman.

" Wha' choo want? M'Laird don' take in beggas." The servant frowned at them, clearly not impressed by the state of their dress. Her's, though, wasn't much better.

" No, m'lady, we are not beggars. Merely a pair of minstrels looking for a night's stay and maybe a bite of food in exchange for doing what the gods have called us to do. " The man's voice was rich with a deep tone that rang even without the amplifying effects of a stage or hall. His partner grumbled something noncommital in a low voice and was immediately hushed with a dark look from him as he freed his head from the cumbersome, yet warm hood of his cloak. 

He was young by most standards, not yet out of his third decade possibly closer to its beginning than the end. Dark hair spilled out of the restraints of the hood like so much oil, falling over his shoulders in a thick wave to mid-back. Amber eyes smiled politely at the woman over squared off cheekbones and a stong jaw. He was handsome by most comparisons, not feminine enough to be considered beautiful.

" Ma'am, " He could see the indecision rising in her thoughts." Let us come in and simply play at your dinner hour, and we shall mention the fact that you were shrewd enough to recognize the fact that there was need for music and dancing in this dull, cold month. Mayhaps there would be a gift or two in this for you. If not from your Lord, then from us for letting us play. "

A raspy chuckle came from the other still-hooded player as she watched him silver tongue his way, again, into a job and possibly a woman's heart or bed. Probably both, knowing him.

Well, she couldn't complain, it got them inside the door

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Alright, so I was more than bored today, it seems I might have been creative as well...need to figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of this. Let me know what you think of this thing, if there is actually any need to keep going.

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I don't know what you want to do with it, but I'd be happy to read more! ^_^