mean troubadour

Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Three times now I've been mid conversation with him and he flew away."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Either that or I'm really boring."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "I'm going to prefer to think of him as excited."
A dashing troubadour says, "Madam, you could only bore an imbecile."
A dashing troubadour bows slightly and, in a fluid motion, gently takes Lisbethae's hand and brushes his lips over it.
You laugh melodically at Lisbethae.
Lisbethae blushes at a dashing troubadour furiously.
Lisbethae curtseys respectfully before a dashing troubadour.
A dashing troubadour says, "Oh, er, greetings Sir Daklore."
Skarash snorts in amusement, sending tiny wisps of dust scattering in all directions.
Lisbethae says to a dashing troubadour in a low, gentle voice, "Thank you, that was very kind, sir."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
A dashing troubadour gives Daklore a respectful salute.
Lisbethae grins mischievously at Daklore.
Lisbethae whispers to a dashing troubadour in a low, gentle voice, "He's sleeping on his feet again, I'd wager."
Lisbethae whispers in a low, gentle voice, "To a troubadour so no need to worry, overmuch."
A dashing troubadour says, "Aye, just like the monk guardsmen do."
A dashing troubadour coughs softly.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Well, a bit more loudly, but yes, the same thing."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "And I would guess they would say they are "meditating"."
Lisbethae taps Daklore lightly on the head, trying to get his attention.
A dashing troubadour says, "Whereas I am always alert and ready to protect the most magnificent ladies visiting from other provinces."
Lisbethae says to Daklore in a low, gentle voice, "I'm going to run away with this here troubadour, you don't mind, do you?"
A dashing troubadour bows respectfully to you.
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "Hehe."
You say to a dashing troubadour in a smooth, elderly voice, "So kind!"
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Anaidiana is perhaps the best Shallam has to offer in the female department."
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "That's a bit sad, then."
You allow a wry smile to grace your lips.
Lisbethae shakes her head at you.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "It's not sad at all, you're wonderful."
A dashing troubadour says, "Aye, her womanly dragonesque proportions are unparalleled."
You narrow your eyes at a dashing troubadour in an unnerving manner.
You say to a dashing troubadour in a smooth, elderly voice, "Did you just call me fat?"
A dashing troubadour ponders the situation.
A dashing troubadour says, "That didn't come out right."
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Does this form make my arse look big? That's a Dragon Lady's continual question."
A dashing troubadour exclaims, "Oh look! An interesting cloud formation!"
You sniffle softly.
A dashing troubadour stares upwards with unusual intensity.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Does it look like a dragon?"
A lump forms in your throat as emotion overwhelms you; a single tear runs down your cheek.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Oh, look."
You collapse into Lisbethae's arms and begin to cry.
A dashing troubadour says, "Sweet lady, your tears sear at my heart strings. You are no more fat than an otter has wings."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Little sheepy clouds!"
Daklore says in a calm, baritone voice, "I once saw a flying otter."
Lisbethae says to a sleek black otter in a low, gentle voice, "Show me your wings."
Daklore says in a calm, baritone voice, "I admit, a Mhaldorian Dragon kicked it across the sky, but still."
A dashing troubadour says, "You're not helping me here, Sir Daklore."
A dashing troubadour utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Lisbethae says to a sleek black otter in a low, gentle voice, do you have wings?" The otter slowly shakes his head side to side.
Lisbethae picks up a sleek black otter.
A dashing troubadour wipes the back of his hand across his brow in relief.
Lisbethae says to you in a low, gentle voice, "I think he meant it, the good parts."
You sniffle softly at Lisbethae.
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "You sure?"
Lisbethae rubs up against you affectionately.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Very sure."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "You're lovely and he was noticing that you are lovely even in Dragon."
You give a dashing troubadour the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "Not many women can pull it off with the style and aplomb that you can."
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "If you say so."
Lisbethae says in a low, gentle voice, "I do."
A dashing troubadour says, "Sweet Lisbethae speaks true, madam. Perhaps I ought to have said, you are simply unparalleled."
Lisbethae says to a dashing troubadour in a low, gentle voice, "I like the cut of your jib, man. Well spotted."