"Alright, Galvis..."
Seeing this, Roland walked forward with a sigh and interrupted the Minstrel's exaggerated performance.
"Hobbit is still young and not very discerning. What if he takes everything you said seriously?"
He glanced at the captivated Half-Elf.
"The last thing I want is for him to run into a Giant one day and, instead of running, pull garlic out of his pocket and throw it..."
"No way..."
Called out by Roland, Galvis awkwardly strummed a string on his lute, then looked worriedly at the Half-Elf before him, whose face was cupped in his hands.
"Little one, everything I just said... it's all... it's all..."
"Is it all fake, Mr. Galvis?"
Seeing his one and only audience member's disappointed expression, the Minstrel immediately jumped up to object.
"Of course not! But you have to understand, all art requires a bit of embellishment, and stories are no exception..."
"Alright, alright..."
