The dank rat hole was filled with the usual sounds of snuffling, gnawing, and claws on dirt. Nothing unusual there. But then came a new sound. The sounds of someone sulking. Loudly.
“It’s not fair! Two decades now! Two whole decades! For twenty years I’ve been his apprentice! When will it end? When will he give me some actual responsibility?”
A rat poked its head out of a hole inquisitively, and saw a skinny man, dressed in colourful rags, waving a broom around his head. The rat knew to avoid brooms, especially when the human holding them was making noises like that. It retreated a little way into its hole, and watched from a safe spot.
Maccaroon glared at the silver flute, secure in its enchanted holder on his master’s desk. “If it wasn’t for YOU, he wouldn’t be so great! All the power is in your enchanted notes, not in HIM! Why, if I had my own flute, I’d show him a thing or two!”
He spared an extra glare for the large portrait of his master, Barracoon the Piper, hanging on the wall. Then he stopped. Something strange was wandering through his mind. He’d heard of this happening to other people, but never to him. Could this actually be… an…. IDEA ???
The simple-minded apprentice threw the broom aside, and skipped down the passage that lead up to the surface. He would show Barracoon. He would become the greatest charmer of vermin the world had ever seen! Now, where did that bard live….?
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