The location of "d" is declared
D is to be kept at the end of words for some tribes, and at the beginning of words for the servants of some families. 
Phodar Plaid meet Teson
There's something about light going on
A meeting occurs in a tavern.  Teson is present.  He has a guitar.
At the meeting Teson and some companions discuss the events of their day.  There is a container with a label that Teson has just discovered.  His companions appear to already be aware of container that Teson has discovered.
“How was your day today,” one of Teson companions asked.  The three companions had just finished eating a meal that consisted of dairy and juice from a tree that grew in an orchard  nearby the village of  Oakstrt.  
“It passed fairly well ,” Teson replied. The sketch drawn my good friend Phodar Plaid was placed at a local grocery stand.  He talked about his meetings with a local art paper and sketch tools proprietor  and told me that he had placed a small sketch at the produce stand  near a local hostelry. The reception for the sketch, he felt, was quite enthusiastic.  The proprietor  commented that it was really worth several silver coins. Teson produced a potato from the container in which it was stored and  placed in front of his two companions.
Now, the author of this tale did not have a guitar and Teson, the minstrel in our story, did have one. His two friends in the story asked him whether he had composed any new tunes, while Teson dished out the potato. Teson had taken a journey around the town that day and was glad of the questions asked him by his two friends.  The table at the tavern-inn was graced with a geometric tapestry  design. The sun was just setting as Teson returned to his two friends and sat down with them. The walls  of the tavern were set below a pentagonal window. A sheet of metal was stacked at a diagonal angle leaning and touching the wall adjacent to the umber colored dining table where the travelers had decided to meet. As the travellers were completing their meal they regaled the guitar-playing singer with stories of their own experiences during the day. 
“What shall we do after the sun goes down? Can you think of anything new to amuse us?”
“I’m tired of the battle game,” Teson said. “Can we not simply take one of low scout pieces and create a new pastime?”
“Yes,” the companions answered him. We shall call it “Pawn and Traveller.”

Teson wonders what's become of Phodar.
Phodar has gone into a high tower.  
colorful display from the tower
Ohmin?
Teson wakes the next morning and discovers a strange phenomenon.  A number of yeomen in the village where he is staying are continuously looking down at the ground. Teson thinks he should contact his friend Phodar as soon as possible to see what's been going on up in the tower.
Phodar has a strange dream. He has been trying to accomplish something that he believes will benefit the village.  When Phodar comes down from the tower, he also observes a number of villagers walking past with their eyes on the ground.  Phodar does everything he thinks he can to communicate the idea that there's no need to walk with eyes looking toward the ground instead of on a level plane or up.  {Insert narrative.  Phodar wants to hear Teson's guitar.  He knows Teson would like to contact him in the tower.  "I'll be down as soon as I can."
Teson remembers his meeting with Alaree, a serving maid in the tavern.  He checks his guitar and realizes that he needs to replace a string.  He goes on a journey to the local Mission music shop and pays for the replacement string. 
Teson carries his guitar. 

[Something about Ur pot.]

Teson is really beaten but he keeps his guitar and works on his songs.  Pho is around in a neighboring country.
[Check details for neighboring country,  There are scientists and seer stones]
Pho visits a counsel of tribal elders,
Teson takes his guitar to a musician’s session in a back room of the local tavern and discovers that Alaree is off work.  [Describe the musician’s session. Simple folk strums. Teson wants to fit in with the other musicians. H strums a few chords from his own compositions but stays with the other musicians in playing along with standard folke melodies. 

Upon leaving the tavern Teson resolves to find Pho and ask about why Alaree isn’t working in the tavern.
Pho, after leaving the tribal counsel in the neighboring country, discovers that Villagers are discussing another storyteller. He visits a marketplace to buy things for dinner  and considers his experience, remembering his responsibilities to the home village. He puts his pouch in order 
Teson continues home and cooks dinner in his letted rooms in the home village.

Quiet working day, peaceful evening, then one of Teson’s companions appears. Teson is too tired to talk to him. Goes to sleep hopes to live.
Pho wonders about some of the villagers in Tanjuynancy.  He writes in his journal. Teson does some talking in the Village. 
"Two together, was it love?" Pho puts down his pen and wonders. He has the sense that time will bring love.   Around his room he senses the benevolent presence of the villagers.

Alaree goes home. She has a project she’s working on with the children in the  village to the south. 
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The next day, Just after dinner, Teson decided to go out for a short walk. His guitar in its accustomed place, he had little thought for music. The day had been filled  for him with the ghosts of familiar tunes he had once loved. “What is rude and what is prudent,” he wondered as he walked to a familiar shop to purchase a small refreshment. On his way home, a slightly disturbing laugh met his ears. It was on the other side of the street. He spent a moment peering at the townsfolk seated at the local dining place  and  thought it best, then, to continue on his way. 
Once returned to his apartment, he sat down and thought about the absent Phodar, who had actually been working near Tanjuynancy.
Phodar was also thinking about Teson as he completed a set of tasks at  the Tanjuyancy village print shop.  
“How was your journey to Tanjuynancy?” Teson asked Pho, who had subsequently returned to the Home Village. 
“I did what I was able to do for them,” Phodar replied. “And what have you been up to?”
“A little bit of guitar fiddling,” said Teson. “I was feeling out of sorts and a little bit of relaxant from the Apothecary appears to have calmed my nerves. “Other musicians. The strum’s the thing. “
“You find their music pleasant?” Pho asked.
“I know their songs,” Teson replied. “They’re with me, although I sometimes think I would choose the best of them to remember.” He looked at his guitar case and remembered that it had been too long since he had found a good circle to join in with. 
“Keep your head,” a  good request for competency and good fortune, Pho observed as the words left his lips. “I’ve been trying to keep mine.  We should look forward, whatever the trees and their keepers may wish for us.”
“Some of my music has come from the trees and the players who revere them,” Teson replied. “Tomorrow, we should return to work.”
A peaceful night surrounded the two companions, and a cry surfaced out of the air. The streets were quiet. What was going on? The two companions wouldn’t find out until the next day, but someone in the village knew.

Rules for Pawn and Traveler:
Pawn and Traveler must coordinate moves to win. Board may include stopping squares that both players  approach. When Traveler reaches a square that touches a stopping square, Pawn is also allowed to reach a square that touches it. 

Teson meets some tall villagers on the way to the store. Pho lays low. Teson rehearses. The projections of thought, what or who are they? Tradition and a note for self preservation and memory of a friend.  Meals are simple. Pho takes a short walk. 
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“The powerful women of the land sometimes wish to dress in merry peasant garb.” Pho holds this thought in his mind as he thinks, once again, of a far away love that he may never meet. “How do I know you are real?” he asks himself. “Sometimes my belief in you is troublesome. Sometimes, it is just a puzzlement. “But  on my best days, I’m sure that you are real.” Sitting comfortably In his home Pho spends time recovering from the weight of his fate. He reviews his internal weaknesses and strengths. “The guitar player is my friend,” he decides, “yet when and how can he play?” 
The gift of the sun is within the good women of the land. When thou goest on thy way, look to the good and it may repay thee.
If you be disappointed, bide your time.
The currency of the land that allows work to round and good people to flourish, it may be known by more than one name. 
There are many callings that permit a community to prosper. Of them, tilling the soil to grow natural vegetation is a good one. Do not forget it.  Keeping the populace informed of the progress of nature is a worthy calling.  Teaching wisdom to the young has its rewards in seeing children grow up to preserve the best of a civilization.
What have they learned? Are new scribes appearing to record our history in accordance with the truth of our times? Do the children remember the best accomplishments of our age? Can they build upon them?
Some serve, who stand and wait. To be a servant is a worthy experience.
What of being a musician?
“And what of those who protect the meek from oppression?” Teson thought quietly to himself in his own quarter. “There are worthy men who desire to put their deterrant away.”
--
Teson practices at home and attempts to join an open gathering of musicians. He greets their hostelry at a local pavillion and eats a small salad for dinner with soup. Musicians names are thrown into a hat and his name is near the bottom of the list. He listens to Jon, the first musician and is partially impressed, but subsequent performers strike him a loutish in their comedic impressions, so he packs up his instrument and returns home.
Pho records some correspondence before retiring for the evening. 
Teson goes to a dinner party, his companions welcome him and he nibbles a small portion of fish. “Try some?” Teson feels glum, he nods politely in appreciation of the older bearded man who welcomed him into Temple.
“We give our songs,“ Teson thought to himself, “but truly, there is something larger than ourselves in the world, a harmony that we may praise together without musical instruments.”
His companions being content with their dinner celebration, Teson accompanies them after dinner, as  they adjourn to a local temple to celebrate the new year.
Halibut? Halli-but? The music sung in the temple is pretty. 
Pho is at home and sleeps soundly. He wakes in the morning and attends to his letters.
Outside, the villagers go about their business. “Am I in your debt?” Pho asks himself. “I have only  my stories to share with you—and what seems appropriate in my collected volumes of song.”
Oh, the stories! A night outside with sweet air and mysteries in the vines that surround me. Love, no treachery in parlance with a small nymph-like spirit. Teson’s days in the coffee house, and the planets that circle above us.