"An why are we jus' takin' dis man to be 'da good guy?" Loki stumbles, and leans against the wall. Something had hit him harder than usual. He reeled for a moment, and wondered what the point of all this nonsense could be. "An 'ow do we know 'es even a real mon? 'E could be som mon p...

Loki awakes slowly, gently floating up from a dream of island beaches and beautiful beastwomen, catering to his every need. The sun is warm, and the waters pleasantly cool. But gradually, reality reasserts itself in the mind of the King, and he comes to realize that he is laying upon something quite...

The eldest of the Bovine Twins stumbles forward, guitar nearly tumbling into the snow. With a yelp and a fumble, he catches the instrument and turns his flailing into a flowery - but curteous - bow. "Sir knights," he smiles wide over his green spectacles, before spotting Rothek. "Eyyy...

Scrawled in the lower margin of the note in an elegant script:

Ya, just come speak to da Bovine Broddas, man. We take care o some o them potions for ye.

Loki begins picking the strings, maintaining a simple, soothing ring under the verse: "Ya', 'es kind as 'es humble, an' as humble as 'es bright," The king nods in time with the melody, "an' 'ders notin' he don' recall, wit' 'is great mental might!" He winks to his brother as if s...

Loki stands up, angered. "Oh ya'? Well, let's see how you like dis one, brudda!" He beats the guitar strings savagely with his fingers, then sings in a hoarse voice: "Oh you'd betta watch out for De' hound o' 'dis land. He'll scratch and he'll bite at his king's command." Loki be...

Loki strums slowly under his twin's melodic doodling. He smiles, his eyes going blank as he lets himself fall into the song. Levi's solo draws to a close, and Loki lifts his voice once more, "An' let's not forget da' one in da' Light, Sir Marcus smacks zombies an' makes safe da' night... "...

Loki slumps for a moment, distraught. Who would they sing of next? Suddenly, his face explodes into a grin. "I got it, brudda!" The king strums excitedly for a moment before bursting into song: "Ya, 'e's known by 'is shield -it's as big as a barge- , an' 'ders none else who swings a b...

The Buffalo King sits straight upright, his guitar leaping to his hands as a grin splits his face. He joins in, strumming excitedly: "Named Korrigan de' king! He cuts up de' bad guys an' gets all 'der tings!"

"I love 'dis one," he strums excitedly, missing a few notes.

After a few twangs, Loki begins to strum slowly. "Now 'der once was a king an' a queen... The king freezes. Hairs on the back of his neck stand up with a shiver. He looks around the room "Do ya' feel 'dat, Sherry?" The Buffalo King clutches the instrument tighter, and the strings twan...

Loki the Buffalo King shuffles into the inn alone, cradling and cooing to his guitar like a sick child. "Don' worry, we gon' get you nice and warm in here--" The king stops dead, mustache twitching. "Oh-ho-ho, no," he clutches the guitar. "Dere some bad juju in here." H...

Loki, who had been strumming his guitar slowly, sat bolt upright. His suddenly wide eyes were glazed, his face slack. His normally mellowed voice rang as clear as a bell. "In de game of love, de little guy always gon' lose." Without another word, nor any heed paid to any stares from the ta...

"Leaves fallin': red, yellow, brown, all de same," Loki begins, singing slowly over the lazy guitar, "an' de' love you have found, outside in de' rain..." The Buffalo King stops singing for a verse, allowing his brother to expand on the melody with his pipes, and the tavern is f...

"Or a six-string discount, bird lady," Loki offered from a nearby seat, fingers finding a lone chord and strumming it slowly. He leaned back, closing his eyes as if falling into the infinite possibilities of that single arrangement of notes. The Buffalo King's dark braids spilled over his...

"...an' no two way abot it," Loki and Levi's conversation interrupted Gondowon and Cirrus's as the door creaked open once more. "Ah tell ya', e' was gon' ta... 'Ey, Gandawan!" He yelled, arms spread wide, vest open across his bare chest. In a few strides, guitar bouncing along t...