Aylwen pushed the door open, and rushed inside to escape the bitter cold. Snow had piled up in a wall outside the Inn door, and clumps fell from the mound before Aylwen closed the door behind her.
With cold, red cheeks, and snow-covered hair, Aylwen was quite a sight.
"My apologies, for being late, good Bethberry," Aylwen nodded to her good (not old, I tell you!) friend. "Seems the cold weather has caught up with me, leaving me sick as can be. Got here as soon as I could though, I promise!"
Sitting in an empty seat near a warm fire, Aylwen shook the snow from her hair.
"Seems you patrons of the White Horse are having similar weather to my homeland! Learning shall not take place for at least a few days now! Anyway, to the point! I am known usually as Aylwen Dreamsong. Though for those who take the time to read the Rpg's may know me by other names as well! Frain Thaneson, Aislan the Hostler, Jemel and Aniram of the Golden Wood, Jadae the Smith, Rolan, and Jerika! So, as you can see:
Why? Role-playing not only offers a chance to write and storytell, it lets you read others' writing styles as well, and you can learn from that!"
"My characters often spring from certain characteristics that I (sometimes unfortunately) find in myself." Aylwen turned to face Mattius, and smiled.
"I regret to say that I have had no time to read through The Blue Mountains Rpg! I have heard nothing but wonderful things about it, though. I do not doubt that either, based on the wonderful writers that took part in it! Perhaps you could explain the basic plot of your tale, so that we may understand better?"