Tuergog the half-elf, half-orc bard looked around at the mesmerized faces of his audience, bowed, and exited the stage with thunderous applause.
He’s just finished the tale of his origin, a mainstay of his performances. He’s been on a journey, tavern after tavern, recounting tale after tale, but always ending with this story. How his parents have fought battles, literal and figurative, to be together. How he, the product of such a union, have struggled with who he is, and how this is far harder than fighting literal dragons.
Not in the long term, but at the time they rolled, romance was the opposite of the outcome that Borgog and Tuergar were trying for, so definitely a case of they “lost the battle, but won the war”
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