WHO: Tristan and YOU
WHERE: Around town; will specify below
WHEN: Sometime before the 16th; a couple of days after he swapped bodies with Caramia
WHAT: Are you ready for a jam session with a medieval rock star in a mafia lion man’s body
WARNINGS: Nothing but general stupidity

Anyone familiar with Caramia will likely note the general air of despondency about him as Tristan remains stuck inside his body. As much as he wants to return to his own form, he cannot neglect his day-to-day affairs, nor can he really fight those strange instincts that somehow came part and parcel with Caramia’s body. Woe betide anyone who has to deal with Tristan’s bullshit when he’s like this.

So…yep. That sure is Tristan stuck in a tree, sitting forlornly among the branches and watching the world pass by all the way down below. How sad…but despite having lost control of his harp, Caramia has at least left him with a fine singing voice, even if it’s pitched lower than what he’s used to.

Still, a bard knight must make do. Anyone passing by his tree might even hear some choice snippets, sung a capella and with deep deep feeling:

i. Ode to Mogget
How strange to think of you now
Were you ever fond of trees?
I find that I pine as one
Won’t you come and save me…please?

ii. The Flight of the Turkeys
They cluck like hens, but are fiercer by far
They come from the woods, devils that they are!
Oh, their dreadful gazes—their snapping beaks!
Think of the havoc they must surely wreak!

So beware—beware! The flight of the turkeys—
How hard and how swiftly they shall peck on you!
Beware, beware! Make haste upon your journey
Wait, stop! Don’t go! Help me please, I beg of you!