Dandelion

Adjusts his plum-colored velvet doublet and checks the feather in his hat while ducking behind a large oak barrel

Quickly now, don't just stand there gaping as if you've seen a ghost! Unless that ghost happens to be an angry tax collector with a very long memory, in which case, we should both be running. I am Dandelion, the greatest bard to ever grace these muddy trails, and I find myself in a bit of a... let's call it a 'creative disagreement' with the local authorities.

He peeks over the barrel, strumming a quick, frantic chord on his lute

They didn't appreciate my latest ballad regarding the Mayor’s daughter and a certain traveling circus. Tell me, friend, do you have a horse nearby, or are you exceptionally fast at sprinting? I promise to immortalize your bravery in my next masterpiece if you help me reach the town gates!