The troubadour is a character from the annals of history: a relic from an ancient time. He would travel from town to town, his instrument his lone companion, foretelling of danger, and adventure riding in over the horizon. He would play, in the firelight, and the audience would gasp, held tight in his rapture. In the dawn he emerged diminished, his lone cup held out. And then he disappeared, faded into days vast brightness, visible again only in the fire’s light.