Original made in 2020

Though the winds grow colder and the nights lengthen, within the tavern's walls a rich warmth is always found. The clatter of plates of food rich and varied to satiate those weary souls is punctuated by the flutter of fae wings, delivering warm drinks to starve off the lingering cold. The sharp ring of coin to platter cuts through the murmured conversations, making way for the first drawn note from the mistral's instrument. She speaks her tale of travel and strife, singing softly of how she nearly found the end of her life. Within deep dungeons in land of distant travels, where she searched for secrets and treasure left forgotten. There did she find herself in the presence of the great equalizer of every race. The tune of her instrument raises as she recounts her encounter, unable to sneak past a being no one ever truly escapes. She recalls never speaking, knowing well that there is no negotiating should her time come, but remembers how alone and broken the personifications secrete concert was. "So" so spoke with a distant smile as she recounts her tale, "I played along." With a touch of skill, and for a coin or two, the bard spoke no more and simply played along to her audience her duet with death.

This was my first Your Character Here.
I really enjoyed doing this and really appreciate those who purchased a spot for this piece.

Art©Sarah Trevizo (Me)
Characters©
WaddleDee (steam)

RhaegarVasNormandy (DA)
m10lover (DA)