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Gorlim is in the bar.

If he looks a little scary, it's because the adjective that applies in this case is well-rested. This doesn't occur often. But Random was good enough to poke at his head and make the nightmares go away for one night.

So here is a Gorlim, looking shockingly content with his existence and eating french fries.

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"Not really, no," he admits sulkily. He leans back against a table leg and looks up at the bard. "Just play something, will you? Setting things on fire doesn't work so well when you set ME on fire."

Asmodean considered for a moment. He began to play a rather sad, but still very beautiful melody.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though there here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go,
I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go,
I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

"I like that, too. Where do you learn these songs?"

He thought for a moment.

"I learned that particular one from sheet music which the bar provided."

"It'll do that, too, huh? Neat. I don't suppose it gives out instruments, too?"

He thought for a moment.

"It seems to provide nearly anything... for a price."

"A price I have as long as it's less than four thousand American dollars, however much that is -- and I understand it's a lot. I used to have five thousand but I bought some stuff for people and took out more of it to give to Doctor Lecter for fixing my shoulder. Would the rest be enogh to buy an instrument?"

He thought for a moment. Nita's memories sifted through his head.

"I believe so."

"Oh good." He decides to leave the floor and switch to sitting on a table. "There are a lot of musicians around here. We should make a group."

He considered this.

"Perhaps."

"It would be great. Andres could be the dancing girl!"

Asmodean thought about this for the moment.

"There are better choices than Andres."

"I am curious to know who you would suggest for the role." He weaves his fingers together in his lap.

He considered a moment longer.

"Someone with the correct gender."

"Andres is close. He has a purple lacy fan. And a mask. And Ellie wouldn't be very good for the job, she's too shy."

He considered for a moment.

"I would not presume such a role upon either Trillian or Nita."

"I don't know them, but that could be fabulous. And they could sing! OH! We could dress all three of them in cat suits!! Wouldn't that be great? And we'd have the best view in the house."

Despite the mental images threatening to crush every remnant of sanity in the bard's possession, he maintains his composure.

"I cannot speak for them."

If I sent brain rays of these images to you, would it make you go insane?"

Hey, it's an honest question.

Although he's going to try it whatever the response he gets.

"You know what, Puck would be an okay dancing girl, too. Midget! Like a hobbit only... you know... real! Three hot girls and a midget fairy. In cat suits. With you on a harp and me on.. um... accordion."

Nita's memories provide the general knowledge of what an accordian is... enough so to know that it should never be paired with a harp.

"I cannot in any good conscience accede to a duet between harp and accordion."

As for the rest of it... He's not going to think about it.

"Yeah, maybe that's not such a great idea, especially since I don't play an accordion as far as I know. I do play a dulcimer, though. How about that? Harp, dulcimer, and dancing girls."

Asmodean considered for a moment.

"Convince the ladies to join and I will consider it."

Good luck, Gorlim.

"Very well." And he'll do it, too. Because he needs something to do for the next three days until Random gets back. "Where can I find yours?"

He shrugged.

"I cannot say."

"That's helpful. Oh well, someone will know. So, you've got two girls. Are you married to at least one of them?"