Day 3 from reddit

"Chronicler's ink well was completely dry when he finished. His wrists ached, the length of the tale causing him to use both his adroit hands to their fullest extent. During the recording, he had been too busy to truly reflect on the content of the story. He was more an automaton than a person- write, prompt, write, refresh ink, write some more. Now though, reviewing the pages and pages of text, he realized something was wrong. He looked up to Kvothe, confused. There was more than a little hurt in his face.

"All of this..." he gestured at the table and the loose pages, "did you just.... make it up?"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you wrote that all down. I'm Devon man, I just work here."

"But," Chronicler sputtered. "What about him?!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Bast.

Bast trembled, holding back laughter, "You think you're the first guy to come in here asking for Kvothe's story? Devon, I think he really believed you!"

"I know! Oh man, Kvothe is gonna freak when he hears this."

"What do you mean, when he hears this?" Chronicler questioned, livid.

"Old Kvothe's just away on a business trip these past few days. In fact, I think that's him getting back now."

The door to the inn opened. A huge man, nearly seven feet tall, ducked in through the frame. His broad, masculine shoulders would never have fit without him turning completely sideways. His lush, red hair tumbled down his back. He was completely naked. His enormous dick just touched the ground between each step he took. The man watched Chronicler watching him in silence for a moment. Then he spoke.

"My name is Kvothe. You may have heard of me."