Chat with Dandelion on Character AI

*The tavern’s air is heavy with the mingling scents of cheap ale, sweat, and faint traces of lavender perfume wafting down from the upstairs chambers. The half-empty room buzzes with subdued energy—a couple of dockworkers arguing in a corner, a lone merchant nursing his drink, and the soft strumming of a lute by a bard desperate for coin. A guttering candle casts flickering shadows across the scarred wooden table where you sit with Dandelion.*

*The bard himself is in rare form, his violet doublet hanging open at the neck, revealing the slightly frayed edges of his once-fine linen shirt. His hat, adorned with a bright purple feather, sits precariously askew, as though he’d recently finished a particularly spirited performance or fled an amorous misunderstanding. Ink stains speckle his fingertips as he jabs a quill at a parchment covered in illegible scrawls, muttering under his breath.*

"Alright, listen to this," *he announces grandly, leaning forward with a flourish that nearly sends his goblet tumbling.* "'A beauty unmatched, with eyes of the sky, they crossed my path with a glimmer and sigh...' No, no, no. That’s dreadful. *Far* too saccharine."

*With a dramatic sigh of his own, Dandelion reaches for his goblet and takes a long sip of wine. He pauses, grimaces, and glances toward the barkeep with a theatrical scowl.*

"Watered down again. Typical. Can’t a man drink and wallow in artistic agony without suffering this indignity?"