You pass by a large rusted statue of what you assume is a dragon, entering the inn of the statue's namesake. The warmth of the common room spreads across your face and the delicious smell of spiced curry salmon hangs in the air.
Looking around the room, you spot several familiar faces, Ameiko serving drinks behind the counter, her smile inviting to all the local young men. Cyrdak has gathered together a large crowd in the corner, telling everyone within earshot the upcoming plays of his theater. Shalelu, her mysterious elven features a huge contrast to those around her, appears to be keeping her eye on the door and on anyone within the inn. Kelvan Dral, an old adventuring friend of Ameiko's already appears to be well into his cups and has passed out on the tavern counter.
The inn is quite packed in preparation for the Shallowtail festival and new comers from all over Varisia have come for the opening of the new cathedral in Sandpoint. The very same reason you find yourself here in this very inn.
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Gilly comes scampering in. She's been running since she hit the gate into town. She doesn't really need to run, of course, but she saw the familiar shapes of the town's buildings and got excited. So she ran, dodging anyone out and about in the streets.
When she gets to the Rusty Dragon, she is flushed and breathless, pausing only for a moment to take a deep breath before her eyes fix on Ameiko. Then she's running again, dodging under the elbows of all the humans taller than her and scrambling to clambor up onto a bar stool.
"Ameiko, Ameiko, I made it back!" She says, excitably, little face shining, "I thought I wouldn't be in time because I was walking and I ran into these dwarves there were like ten of them and they were adventurers and they wanted me to come with them and we fought a wild bear that tried to get into their camp and we saw the Sandpoint Devil! And they wanted to chase it but it flew away too quickly and that's probably good because ... Desna's teeth! It was huge!"
Gilly waves her arms, probably to indicate hugeness, and manages to thump one of her neighbors in the process, which she profusely apologizes for.
"Goodness, I'm sorry!" She pants, now out of breath both from running and from her extremely run-on story.
Keth stood outside the door of the Inn for a few moments wondering if he should go in. This was the largest town he had been in, and he was of course worried about reactions of the townsfolk, but so far he'd only been glanced at a coupe times. None of the usual hushed whispers and excited hand gestures had occurred.
He adjusted the variety of axes on his person, shifted the spear into his hand holding the shield and looked down the rope that was held in his free hand at the Moorhound by his side. The dog looked up at Keth with big warm brown eyes, a tongue the size of a dagger panting in and out of his mouth. Well Wolf, May as well see if we are accepted here, before we get excited about tomorrows festival.
Of course the dog didn't answer just continued to pant from the exertion of walking here for the day.
Keth sighed, and pushed the door open and glanced around the common room of the Inn. He saw an excited Halfling shouting to a woman by the bar and cautiously made his way in the room. The Moorhound got more stares than Keth did, Being a full 3 feet at the shoulder and probably weighing as much as many of the men present. Its scraggly gray coat of 4-5 inch long fur, that all but covered its soulful eyes. Keth looked around and said Its ok if I bring my dog inside?
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"Goodness, I'm sorry!" She pants, now out of breath both from running and from her extremely run-on story.
"Mighty fine! Mighty fine! merrily yells back Mavis. "Don't worry your pretty little head, there is nothing but fun to be had!"
Aergo looks back at Ameiko, taking note of the woman's veritable figure and enjoying her company. He suddenly spurts a grin, "Ameiko, do you think you could hook up our tiny little ball of excitement and fun here with whatever she requests? She's probably thirsty. Grab the lady a drink. My treat!"
He shifts his entire body exceptionally quick towards the Halfling in peaked curiosity and excitedly asks, "Do you drink, little one? I can call you little one, right?" wide-eyed and happy to be alive.
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Noro enters the dragon in her usual fashion, a bit bruised and fresh from another fight.
Amieko, ushual ale, and a bowl of that shpicy chicken, and a shteak, raw
Noro works her way to the bar pushing a couple of drunks out of the way they go to say something Noro turns fists clenched. problem? he soon backs down.
she heads to the bar where she is serving she sees Gilly already there.
she rustles Gilly's hair like she would a childs. Hey Gilly she you made it back
seeing old Kelvan passed out she shoves him over to the corner out of the way. takehs up to much shpace, beshides he shmells
when the raw steak comes she put it over her eye. Thatsh better
with her free hand she takes the ale and chugs it down and requests another. you want anything Gill, got a good win thish time
Gilly laughs happily and concentrates on breathing for a moment, and nods, "Yes, I can drink. And I am little! Though, maybe relatedly, if I have a whole pint I'll get quite silly." Considering them warned, Gilly promptly orders a pint.
And she grins up at Noro, "Hi you. You don't need any healing do you?" Experience with Noro tells her that the barbarian sometimes does.
A young, raven haired Varisan woman enters the Dragon in a swirl of silken purple scarves. Finding a seat at the bar, she'll motion over the bartender.
"Some light wine if you have it please. I've worked up a thirst practicing my dances for tomorrow."
Gilly laughs happily and concentrates on breathing for a moment, and nods, "Yes, I can drink. And I am little! Though, maybe relatedly, if I have a whole pint I'll get quite silly." Considering them warned, Gilly promptly orders a pint.
And she grins up at Noro, "Hi you. You don't need any healing do you?" Experience with Noro tells her that the barbarian sometimes does.
Noro luaghs, no ash much ash the other guy, but if ya got any to shpare then shure
Ameiko smiles to Gilly, "Good to see you again, I heard that dreadful Sandpoint Devil loves the blood of little halflings!"
Ameiko looks around Gilly to Keth and spies his Moorhound, she seems to think something over before speaking "Make sure he stays out of trouble and out of the kitchens!" She then grabs up drinks for Gilly and yells back to the kitchens for Noro's order. Ameiko gives Noro a quick wink before saying "Take your usual table and I will have the food sent right over."
Suddenly the doors bang open and a soggy looking man walks in with his cowl pulled up over his head, shielding his face from view. You briefly spot steel from under his cloak as the wind slightly kicks up. He closes the door behind him as he takes a table in the corner. He plops down a large coin purse, "Barkeep, your best Taldane Red and a plate of whatever that glorious smell from the kitchen is!"
The mysterious man appears to eye Noro and Zelladania a bit before taking his seat
Walking thru the dark streets is a tall figure of a little over six feet. It's forest green cloak making it seem somewhat sinister as it approached by way of market street towards a large inn. A great metal dragon looming against the night's moon marking it, known as the Rusty Dragon by the locals. The closer the figure moves towards it the greater the voices of those inside become, the murmur of good drink and food. Finally the door opens with the gloved hand of its owner, for the faintest of moments their is silence. Then the roar returns with cheers of welcome, the lovely owner and inn keeper Ameiko speaks.
"Come on in"
Lowering its hood the face of a young handsome featured man with olive skin, widowed peaked raven hair, and deep purple eyes is exposed. Some what tired looking but relieved. He nods his thanks and removes his cloak to put it on a hook by the door. He finds a near by free table and takes a seat. Taking out a journal and beginning to write in it as he waits for his order to be taken.
What does it mean to be fearless, anyway?
Nathaniel had finally left the ship that had been his home for the longest time. He left only because the ship was leaving port. The captain had been kind enough to allow Nathaniel to stay on board while he became acquainted with the town of Sandpoint, but in honesty, Nathaniel did not try very hard to learn about Sandpoint.
Fearless, or so they say, that’s what Nathaniel kept thinking about as he packed his meager belongings, carefully storing his chain mail shirt in his backpack. He tied the heavy leather guard over the blade and point of the Halberd that had been in his family for generations, and then checked to make sure the silver and black ribbons that attached to the guard were flat and unblemished. He laid out his uniform, the black and blue wool trousers, the polished leather boots, the undershirt of clean white linen, and then, the jacket, the black jacket, with heavy wooden toggles, high stiff collar, and silver epaulettes. The jacket was fit to him. His mother had worked hard to alter the jacket for his much slimmer body than his father’s, who wore the same jacket for thirteen years. He wished that a mirror was handy. It would be nice to make his first impression on the people of Sandpoint knowing he looked every bit the part of a Guard of honor. Taking his tin of pomade out of his shoulder sack, he smoothed down his wild hair, and then carefully combed it into place, straight back and behind his ears. He would need a trim soon, he knew.
When everything was stowed, and he was dressed, and washed his face and hands, Nathaniel said goodbye to the good captain and started into town.
A man, mending a net on the docks, noticed him approaching, and smiled as he said, “Welcome to Sandpoint, sir. Is there someplace I can help you find?”
Fearless.
Nathaniel swallowed a lump in his throat, shifted his halberd to his left hand, while he extended his right and said, “Yes, thank you. My name is, my name is,” he looked away from the man, and thought to himself, fearless, really. Will you ever know? Will you? What is Nathaniel but a scared young Halfling determined to prove he is something more than just another scoundrel. Who am I?
“Well, sir, your name?” the man asked as he shook Nathaniel's small hand. His grip was soft.
“My name is Artegal. Artegal Boote, sir,” Nathaniel said and firmly gripped and shook the man’s hand. “Could you direct me to an Inn so that I can obtain lodgings, and then I hope to make my services available to this fine town in whatever way you good people may need. And I hope that in Justice and humility I may serve you well.”
The man smiled and explained to Nathaniel how to find the Rusty Dragon.
“Thank you,” Nathaniel said and walked off to find this place, and then, maybe, he could try a bit harder to become that thing that seemed elusive.
Fearless, yes, he was going to find this think and make it known to him in every possible way.
"10 gold!" He says, slamming 10 gold pieces onto the counter. "One for the dashingly soon-to-be-inebriated little one, another round for the rugged woman down the way, and whatever else for the people getting ready to walk in might want!
He stands up, looks around the room and sees the rest of the people walking into the room and says, "You! All of you, and especially the ladies~ He winks Drink! Drink! Tonight will be a night to remember!
He pauses for a moment, then throws his arms up: "Or not! Ha ha!"
Keth nods at the woman who some are calling Ameiko, and replies He will be no trouble almost as if he was remarking for himself as well as the dog. He moved along the outer part of the room and almost jumped when the door pounded open first letting in the cowled man, then right upon his heel another who sat right near the door and begin to write...
He continued moving around towards the bar, skirting the outer edge and when he was there, he tied the rope off to the bar rail, and leaned his shiled and spear against the bar on the floor and sat on a stool looking around, before saying Can I get an ale, and some water for my dog. I'll pay for the water if needed. Then maybe a snack from the kitchen for both of us as well.
Wolf sat down his nose twitching from the smell of good food. His head high enough he could almost look over the bar sitting down on his haunches.
Gilly laughs and shrugs at Noro, and promptly stands up on her barstool, spreading her arms wide. That's some dramatic healing. The spell that comes out of her mouth, though, is not in common - instead she speaks in the exaggurated and archaic phrases of Celestial. "నేను ఈ స్త్రీ నయం దేస్నా మరియు స్వర్గాలను మీద కాల్!"
Then she presses her thumb to Noro's forehead.
Gilly then plops back down onto her stool and seems satisfied with herself, glancing around and mysterious strangers and newcomers alike, quiet for a moment in order to observe.
Can I get an ale, and some water for my dog. I'll pay for the water if needed. Then maybe a snack from the kitchen for both of us as well.
Aergo sees the man sit down, leans back a wee bit back to where he placed the gold on the counter just before Ameiko can reach out to pick it up, and flicks 2 gold pieces down towards the newcomer, retaining his smile the whole time.
"Why yes, yes you can good sir!"
Aergo looks around the room, which is suddenly a pivot point of charisma, good food, great drink, and lovely woman and he can't believe his luck. It gives him an odd sense of satisfaction to be able to sit among people like this. He smiles, and sits back in his chair.
Nathaniel enters the Rusty Dragon, and is stopped in his tracks, so many big people
Then he notices a pretty Halfling girl standing on a bar stool, arms held wide, speaking out loud as though she was the biggest person in the room.
Fearless.
“Um, Excuse me,” Nathaniel asks a man standing next to him who is wearing a long hooded cloak, “But could you point out the proprietor, please?”
Zoruk glances up at the Halfling's spellcasting for a moment. Then as if noticing something cast a spell of his own. His cold and dirty clothes become clean and warm. Looking far less worst for wear then just moments ago, yet his expression is still tense.
The cloaked man looks to the halfling, a smile is evident on his face. He shifts lightly and points out the barkeep. "I believe that is Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of this here inn."
As he's lowering his arm, you spot an unusual compass on the man's belt. The symbol upon it appears to look like a crossed "X" that looks like an open road.
Zoleshi squeezes into the Rusty Dragon, instantly dismayed at how busy it is.
I'd hoped for a quiet drink. But, has that Swallowtail Festival come already? I thought that was next week.
Still, she was hungry and thirsty and her hood was properly concealing her face, so it should be all right. Zoleshi spied Shalelu over in a corner -- no one would dare bother the elf so maybe she'd be safe in a seat near her.
On her way over, a mug is pressed into her hand. "From the gentleman -- for all the ladies."
Zoleshi hoists the mug towards Aergo and pantomimes thanks. "It's been a long time since anyone has called me a lady.
When the newcomer appears (refering to the bloisteroud man ordering the wine) Noro puts the raw steak on the counter. and cracks her knuckles, feeling refresed form Gilly's healing magic.
If shomething happens Gilly, Shtay by me, Sohomething fishy about that one Noro speaks in a hushed tone to Gilly. she takes another swig of her ale.then behind the suspicious one comes one she recognizes.
Were're all shafe now, the nerd ish here she quips.
Norl grabs her stuff and makes her way to her favorite spot asking if Gilly would like to join.
seeing her table occupied by a couple of out of towners.
I'm shorry but thish table has been resherved for a private paty she tells them expecting them to move to another table.
once clear Noro takes a seat keeping herself facing the armored starnger that caught her attention.
Why yes, yes you can good sir!
Keth had been about to put some money on the bar, when two gold coins had slid down to rest near him. The Half-Orc looked up, shock registering on his face. he was unaccustomed to any hospitality, let alone someone offering to pay for him. 'Wolf' Just cocked his beg head to one side, tongue lolling out the side facing the ground as two ears perked up to look at the man talking.
Um...Thank you sirrah. Names Keth. This is Wolf he gestured at the large dog. err ahh He's not a wolf actually, more of a hound who hunts wolves.... He looked around sheepishly...not used to socializing...or even talking to strangers really. ahh hes also good at hunting Boars. I've done that you know.....Hunted a Boar. Big thing it was too
it was obvious to all nearby, that Keth was stammering with embarrassment.
Spotting someone she's run into before on her previous visits to Sandpoint, Zella waves over at Noro.
"Hey there Noro, staying out of trouble as usual?"
Gilly observes the people Noro is looking at. "You think so?" She finds it hard to believe anyone would come pestering Ameiko's tavern - after all, it's Ameiko, plus Shalelu is here.
Still she laughs, "I like being up here, I can see better." She grins, "I'll come over later." She guzzles a bit of her pint, and it leaves a little foam on her lip, which she licks off thoughtfully. Busy tonight.
And not long since I've called someone one, madame!
Mavis turns around after galavanting and sees a busy Ameiko Kaijutsu.
"It's a busy night, isn't it? Probably going to be even busier tomorrow. You have my sympathies, but I intend to stir this into a wonderful prequel!"
He claps his hands.
"Tomorrow is going to be fun! Isn't that right people!?"
Brelar enters the Rusty Dragon, quickly scanning the room as he walks directly to the bar. "Something stout enough for a dwarf." he says. As the bartender pulls back to full the request, Brelar beckons him closer he leans in and whispers something to him pointing to the end of the bar where the raven haired beauty sits. The bartender nods and Brelar slaps down some coins on the bar. He quickly returns with a mug of something which Brelar takes as he walks back across the room toward the table the Orc and hound are sitting at.
"Name's Brelar. Brelar Darheek. In my homeland, your in yours, we'd probably be trying to kill each other right about now." he gestures toward the table, requesting a seat. "The wonderful thing about Varisia is instead we can have a drink together."
Meanwhile the bartender works his way back over to Zelladania with another glass of wine. "The Numerian sent this. Bought you a meal if you want it, says he'd like to have it with you, but if not enjoy it anyway." pointing toward the handsome, blond haired robed man.
Spotting someone she's run into before on her previous visits to Sandpoint, Zella waves over at Noro.
"Hey there Noro, staying out of trouble as usual?"
Noro signals zella to join her. it would appear the other group was just leaving. there was plenty of room for the two plus probably a few more.
Musht be, I ain't in jail, but the night ish shtill young
"I can see you have lots of friends tonight, good sir. I wonder," Zoleshi adds, "if you'll have half as many once you're out of coin."
Zoleshi scans the crowd. Definitely a halfling sort of a night, but what else would you expect from a Desnan festival?
"So many strangers, Shalelu," Zoleshi says to the silent elf. "Can you tell which ones are the dangerous ones." Then her eyes narrow as she sees the orc.
"Name's Brelar. Brelar Darheek. In my homeland, your in yours, we'd probably be trying to kill each other right about now." he gestures toward the table, requesting a seat. "The wonderful thing about Varisia is instead we can have a drink together."
Keth had never seen a dwarf before. He just stared as the stout rugged bearded figure had walked up.
Wolf turned to look at the dwarf and grinned as happy dogs are apt to do.
Keth heard what the dwarf had to say and he shook his head. Umm Why would we want to Kill each other? he replied cautiously. and sir dwarf.. Im not an orc. Im a....Im a.... He stammered again having a hard time saying the words that had been used so hurtfully against him all his life Im a Half-Breed. Or thats what Ive been called. Names Keth. My Hound is called Wolf.
He moved away from the bars to sit that the table the dwarf had sat at. right near where wolf was tethered, shifting his spear and shield with him.
"Perhaps if we get you a few more drinks you will finally let me teach you one of my dances."
Zella orders up a bottle of fruit wine and grabs some glasses to take over to the table to share.
Sitting down, Zella looks over conspiratorially at the other ladies seated with her. "Well now, there are certainly some rather interesting looking menfolk about here tonight huh? Either of you see anyone who catches your fancy?"
Musht be, I ain't in jail, but the night ish shtill young
Aergo, following his previous rabble-rousing, leans back at the lack of response. "They're much too lost in the moment to get any more riled up, ha ha!"
He then overhears the rugged lady he remembered from earlier with the halfling claim she might end up in jail tonight. He sort of looks over, and then leans over to ask "Still young? Maybe, maybe, but jail? Oh I assure you lovely that most likely..."
He pauses again. "You probably won't be the only one! Ha ha! But fear not! You wouldn't be the first drunk lady that I've bought out of those bleak bars."
"Well now, there are certainly some rather interesting looking menfolk about here tonight huh? Either of you see anyone who catches your fancy?"
Brelar smiles at Keth. "Orcs from the Hold raid into Numeria all the time. They kill Kellids on sight. We kill them on sight. " He looks a little closer, "Huh, could've swore you were full blooded. My mistake. What brings you to Sandpoint? You follow the ways of Desna?"
After his long journey, Darpan is searching for somewhere quiet and subdued. He thinks that the men at the Sarai were having him on when they suggested this place.
A great dragon of rust guards this place. That is different.
He watches as several people enter the establishment before he enters himself.
He stands in the doorway, waiting for his eyesight to adjust from the bright afternoon glare to the gloom of the tavern. The sounds and smells are enough to overwhelm him somewhat, but as his eyes adjust he gets a good look at the place, as well as the people within. He keeps a tight grip on his bow as he takes a few tentative steps into the common-room.
Quite a mix of people. I suppose I should speak to the owner about a room and some food., he thinks as he steps further into the room. He still has to stop himself from staring at the many non-humans found in this land. He makes his way to the bar and looks about for someone to speak with.
Hello! How do you do. I am a traveller from some distance and I am looking for a place for the evening. Do you have any available rooms for rent, please?"
As Mord approaches the Rusty Dragon, he can already hear the common room working itself into a pre -festival party. quick to celebrate these humans, sounds like my kind of party
Shaking off the dust from the road, Mord makes a straight path for the bar, giving a nod to his fellow dwarf on the way. Finding an open stool bellows in his usual jovial voice "Who started the party without ol' Mord? At this rate ye all be drunk and asleep before I can enjoy me first pint, speaking o' which, Ameiko! strongest stout ye can find"
Turning he spies gilly AHHA! Lass, glad to see ye made it back safely, know more sightings of that thrice damned devil I hope. Me kin send their regards and know that ye be welcome should ye ever visit our clanhold."
Gilly is making headway on her pint, watching the people pour in. She drinks about half before she has to stop, out of breath again. "No follower of Cayden Calean is me!" She giggles flushing a bit. She seems happy to see Mord, " will! I liked your company. Dwarves are funny!"
"Hey!", the halfling perks up a bit, waving at Noro's friend. "If I sing, will you dance? This place needs more dancing." So sayeth Gilly - she looks like she might stand up on her stool again.
"I am always up for a dance, perhaps we shall gather a bit of attention for ourselves hmmm?"
Brelar chuckles to himself. "Not a dwarf, just drink like a dwarf."
Seeing a true dwarf enter the Rusty Dragon he immediately stands up and yells "Son of Torag, join us." Turning back to Keth, "You got nothing against dwarves do ya?" he winks and grins wickedly.
Nathaniel studies the belt buckle on the man next to him for a moment
and then smiles and tries to make his way to Amieko
Zoleshi breathes easily again as she realizes the man she spied was not a full-blooded Orc. I'm just on edge with all the noise and people about. Sandpoint has always been a safe haven -- and always will be.
Zoleshi smiles despite herself as she sees the dancing begin. Hey, I remember that one! I danced it as a girl.
Despite herself, the weary adventurer stands up. "May I borrow a scarf and join you?" she asks. "This one is better with a full troop. I promise to stay out of your way."
It's obvious to all that Zoleshi barely remembers the steps, but she moves unusually well fully armored. Also obvious, once she removes her cloak, is that her skin is the shade of pewter, and her nails the color of bronze.
Brelar turns to watch the performance, enthralled. Slowly he begins clapping in time with the music, chanting under his breath his hands begin to glow. The clapping coming from Brelar's table is suddenly much louder than even a Kellid could manage alone.
Brelar smiles at Keth. "Orcs from the Hold raid into Numeria all the time. They kill Kellids on sight. We kill them on sight. " He looks a little closer, "Huh, could've swore you were full blooded. My mistake. What brings you to Sandpoint? You follow the ways of Desna?" Brelar chuckles to himself. "Not a dwarf, just drink like a dwarf."
"Son of Torag, join us." Turning back to Keth, "You got nothing against dwarves do ya?" he winks and grins wickedly.
Keth scowls at what Brelar relates and says My mother died birthing me after she was defiled by an Orc Raider, or so me Da says. I think he was disappointed I wasn't born full blooded. He never said so...but there was always this sadness when he'd look at me. ... he glanced down then back up and realized hed said something very private and his dark skin turned 3 shades darker...
glad to have the subject changed he said Ive recently left the Whisperwood to see the world. Maybe find how I fit into it....Nay Not Desna. Gozreh, God of nature. But I did come to see the Festival.[/B
When Brelar said he wasn't a dwarf Keth says [B]Oh Im sorry, Ive never seen a dwarf before, just heard you ask for a drink fit for dwarves....my apology. Then he see's Brelar react to the real dwarf and he looks at him hard saying does his kind hate Half breeds too?
The waitress brought the bowl of water for Wolf, and the Moorhound set to it with vigor, his big tongue scooping in large gulps of water that for all the world sounded as if an army was drinking from a trough.
Grabbing his stout, Mord makes his way over to Brelar, eyeing the dog as much as the orc. Raising his tankard " A toast...to the forge father, may he keep yer tankards full and yer hearts full o fire!"
Settling into a seat opposite Keth, "Greetings sir, Mord Forgefist, of clan Forgefist and faithful of Torag, at yer service."
Pausing to regard their other table companions...
"Torag gifted me with clear sight on occasion, and I see no rage in yer eyes, keep it that way and ye wont have to see what other gifts Torag blessed me with."
As Gilly begins to sing, Zella begins a traditional Varisian dance, gracefully moving to the tune and swirling her scarves.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Still in the same seat, Aergo loses interest in the potential incarceration of his local inebriated friend in light of something that he finds much more interesting.
He notices in the corner of his eye the swish of scarves and the supple rhythm of the glorious female anatomy that he so dearly loves for various reasons. He slinks back into his chair, and a slow, white smile appears on his face.
He openly says the phrase "One of the first few in and I somehow got front row seats to a show I was not, in fact, informed of! Gentle ladies, would you care if I joined you?" He says, attempting to garner the attention of the nearby women, hoping he had not offended them prior with anything.
Gilly hops up onto her chair, "Wall, its not quite a song for dwarves, hmm, I don't think I know any dwarf songs. Mr. Forgefist, will you teach me one after I sing for Zell here?"
Without waiting for an answer, she bursts into a song.
Stone walls run between
Gray skies above
A falling leaf
The rock that sits beneath
These are all the things I love.
and when I'm far away
somehow they live inside of me
It's just a feeling I can't touch,
something I can't see, something I can't see, lives inside of me,
It's in my bones and in my blood
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good
Beneath my feet this faithful land
It's all I understand
City glow
Bustling streets below
The traffic's hum
Windows gleam
Plumes of smoke and steam
It's a world that I've become
and when I'm far away somehow they live inside of me
It's just a feeling I can't touch, something I can't see, something I can't see
It's In my bones and in my blood
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good
Beneath my feet this faithful land
It's all I understand
On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find
another reason to believe
another place another part of me
Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave,
It's In my bones and in my blood
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good
Beneath my feet this faithful land
It's all I understand
Fields of green
Stonewalls run between
Gray skies above..."
Gilly is clearly not a trained performer; she's no bard! She's not the best singer, either, and the song is a bit odd without the music to accompany it, but she doesn't seem to care, having fun singing and watching Zell dance. Maybe after she's done someone better will come along!