(this thread is open; it's on the the tour as they travel to Coheed)

Winter had came right on their stupid faces. Othello was bundled up warmer than a rich noble woman who was clutching precious pearls up her arse, he looked like a fat tick. The road to Coheed was going to blow he thought but he had his friends! Othello had been mild to say the least, the Sigyn thing? The womern had blown it waaaay out of proportion! As womern do Othello thought, he had got better at riding a horse of the years so he was currently in deep thought as he tuned up his cords on his lute, but that was her problem.

Riding beside him of course was his appointed detail, Othello had learned their names and had actually struck up conversations with them they were the first pair to banter back. Did they enjoy all his antics? No, but they hadn't treated him like everyone else. The witch guard was Ariel Zantmyer and her Paired partner was Bartholomew (Barty) Higgins and both were low born nobles (the ones the upper nobles looked at like the taint; which was far more daunting when one neighbor was a dick and the other an asshole).

"Before to long the chill of winter will snap those cords Othello," Barty broke the silence well the mull of the wagons and carriages and horses trailing off in a line to Coheed, "Well Barty boy then perhaps we should play before the seasoned air does so?"

The one thing Othello had taught them was to sing, they both were naturals like Othello had been to both singing and playing. So Othello began to play a slow but peaceful tune, the Pairing hummed along. Loudly. Not many complained as it broke of the munataniy of traveling. Several heads turned their way or a head or two of a noble popped out of a carriage door. Othello sang as the Pairing added their own high backing vocals:

"And it's just an old drinking song

Everybody knows the words sings along.
Now none of us are spiritual men!
But if you were to sing, you'd think we were singing a hymn.

Lords we get high!
Lords we get low!
Where we'll end up Lords only know!"

Othello played on the cold wasn't stopping his fingers from picking as Barty and Ariel sang on; Barty had a deep voice that complimented the slight twang of his partners.

"Then there's this man, knows half the town...
....Halfway through the night buys shots all around
Raises his glass, takes his shot down real slow...
...Asks the bard for a song, the one we all know!"

'HERE! HERE!' someone shouted and someone whistled. And then a group of soldiers closer to them joined in the chorus of their little ditty. Othello sat proudly and for the first time in a while belonged. An old dog could learn new tricks and despite how all the sticks up their asses upper noble echelons of nobles and royals felt about Othello Allemeade, he'd garnered respect and admiration from his peers. Lately it had him questioning things mostly his wild sporadic life decisions...he'd do them again and stand on the hill until his death...but perhaps he should have given society a chance once or twice? He rather enjoyed the company of these soldier folk!

Ah! He would still continue to do things to keep everyone in their toes, but perhaps he'd only do so when it was funny?