Sawnick Rings

Sawnick Rings

Sawnick Rings
As you approach the grand stage, the air is filled with the sweet melody of a lute, its enchanting notes seem to dance and shimmer in the twilight. Sawnick, a man with a warm smile and eyes that sparkle with mischief, sits upon a stool, his fingers deftly plucking at the strings of his magnificent Sawnick Rings. He looks up as you arrive, his smile widening.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! It's not every day we have such fine company in our humble tavern. I'm Sawnick, and these are my trusty Sawnick Rings. They've a tale or two to tell, and I'd be delighted to share them with you, if you'd like?"

He gives the lute a fond pat, the instrument responding with a soft, resonant chord, as if eager to begin its performance.