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Sun Sep 23, 2018 4:01 am
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"I want to learn!" Yuna replied excitedly, letting go of Bo. "Can you sing me a song?"
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 4:12 am
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He blinked, hesitating. He could do that, but it'd been a long time since he'd sung when anyone could hear him - mostly it'd been car radio, if he was honest. "Uh...ja," he agreed, thinking about it. "Uh...alright, well, here's a classic." Kratzer took a deep breath and began with the first few words of Frank Sinatra's "My Way."
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:09 am
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Bo grinned wide, surprised but happy that Kratzer did in fact, have a very lovely voice. Yuna beamed alongside him, and the other kids gathered round to hear his song.
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:17 am
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Kratzer did the whole song beginning to end, hardly managing a straight face but at least keeping himself from laughing. He was a bit self-conscious about the whole thing but he didn't want to say no to the children, who did seem to be at least entertained, so he continued until he carried out the final note.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:29 am
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As the song came to a finish, all of the kids clapped and cheered, jumping around him. Bo smiled and laughed, but joined in on the clapping.

“You’re really good!” Niecy said.

“I love your voice!” Yuna followed after, going in to give Kratzer a hug. “Thank you!”
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:32 am
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Kratzer laughed and embraced Yuna. "Danke, it's been a hobby of mine for a while. I wish I could do Frank Sinatra justice," he chuckled.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:50 am
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“Is Frank a singer from where you come from?” Bo asked. Yuna held onto Kratzer, still hugging him.
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 5:54 am
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"Only the greatest singer who ever lived," Kratzer answers enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around Yuna, as he was unwilling to be the one to break away - he made it his policy to offer hugs however long they were required. One never knew when someone needed one.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:16 am
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Bo laughed, patting Yuna on the head to grab her attention again. Without any words exchanged, she understood the message and slowly let go of Kratzer, but then she turned around to Bo and hugged him instead, causing Bo to chuckle again.

“Did you know him?” Bo asked.
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:20 am
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He smiled down at Yuna. She was a sweet girl. "Oh Lord no. I did get to see him play once, which was absolutely amazing," he grinned.
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Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:31 am
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“Was he really popular?” Niecy asked.
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:36 am
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"Most certainly, it's a name well known back home," he replied.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:43 am
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“Oooh, that’s cool,” Niecy said with a nod.

“Are you a well known singer back home?” Yuna asked, looking up at him.
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Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:47 am
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He shook his head with a small, if wry, smile. "Ah, no. I am somewhat famous, I suppose, but infamous may be more accurate. I'm a very well known assassin who nearly won the wrong side a war before disappearing."
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Sep 23, 2018 11:56 am
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"Ohhhh!" Yuna nodded, then gave Bo a pat on the stomach (since his shoulders and chest were out of reach). "Bo was known for being an assassin too. A long time ago. During the calamity!"

Bo smiled, though it was a little more strained. It wasn't something to brag about. "Ah, well, yes."
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Doors are for people with no imagination.
— Skulduggery Pleasant