[ It isn't hard finding a commotion in this place. Point of fact, this strange sight being the first thing Bansai laid eyes on the moment he stepped into the commons. Listen: a woeful tune, concerto brass beaten into a backyard symphony and sawing sadness like a heartwrenching trumpet solo, hinting at the deafeningly strong tones that lay lurking under the moment's surface. How could he ignore such a sound when it ached to be heard?
So onward Bansai ambles, settling into a nearby seat where he could lean conspiratorially against the armrest. Listen: an unlucky man laments, victim of the churning universe. ]
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So onward Bansai ambles, settling into a nearby seat where he could lean conspiratorially against the armrest. Listen: an unlucky man laments, victim of the churning universe. ]
Everything is unlucky, you have the right of it.