Early this evening the hold was visited by one “Loksyr ap Aesin“, a sidhe warrior in search of a bard. Sir Loksyr proclaimed his need to locate Quinlan ap Daireann, to discuss the small matter of a song that had been penned and proliferated by this other sidhe.
When the current crowd of visitors refused, or was unable, to name Quinlan’s location, the irate Aesin attempted to vent his ire on the innocent Jukebox. Luckily, as fate would have it, this chimerical music-maker had recently been upgraded with highly impact-resistant reinforced glass, and was undamaged. (The upgrade has, however, seemed to encourage the Juke’s eccentricities in deciding when to pipe in with a unrequested, and often unwelcome, soundtrack).
Thus stymied, Sir Loksyr stormed off, but not without making dire condemnations against anyone who may be harboring Quinlan. Truly, after such an ineffectual display of power, all must be shaking in their respective boots.