Trials of Two Cities
A ratfolk trumpeter that's better than you and wants you to know it.
[the sound of a high, shrieking B-flat on the trumpet]
Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there. Do you have need of my talents? They’re not cheap, but they’re worth every coin. I’ve shattered windows over a mile away, and I can shatter. Your. Mind. I can see you have discerning tastes.
She said what?
That is an outright lie! I play well with others!