Maurice staggered in, taking a moment to right himself, before stumbling over to the counter, scrawling his name across something that looked sort of like a sign in sheet. He set his sword on the counter, pulling his lute of his back, and played a quick diddy about leaving on a jet plane.
(Note. I do not own the song: leaving on a jet plane)
(Note. I do not own the song: leaving on a jet plane)
