Quennell
“That new ballad is quite lovely,” the barkeep said as the bard approached and sat. Quennell smiled at the big, hairy man and nodded his thanks as a flagon was set before him. “Did you just write that?”
Quennell didn’t want to lie, but if he told the truth it would expose him for the fraud he really was. He’d stopped writing his own songs over a year ago after Hanell left him. He missed his sturdy dwarf lover and it had weighed so badly on his heart, his voice had been stilled. T