[Durelin]

"Good evening, madam, woman of the fairest and wisest race of the immortal firstborn," he began to the innkeep. He was much suprised to find she was not only female, but an elf. "I am happy to receive such welcome! My thanks, a mug or two is sufficient to keep a traveller on his feet for the last few hours of the day!" he paused for a moment with a fatigued grin on his face.

"You would like to hear of my travels?" he continued, still smiling, as he always was. "Well, before I begin a long wind of events and places and interesting encounters, I would like to ask your name, if I may know it."

"Of course, of course you may know my name!" the innkeep replied, "Piosenniel, though most call me Pio."

"Well thank you, Lady Piosenniel! I will call you Pio so that there is more room in my speech for details on my interesting tale." The Great Krysello chukled, "Well, some is interesting, most is most definetly not. But, I will tell you all the same, adding some color to the parts that are a dull black and white."

He stopped again, clearing his throught in a deliberate manner. "I was born far up in the northeast of this Middle Earth, in a small, small village that had no real name, but we called it the Land of Elenic's. Elenic was my father, and he though himself as a pioneer, travelling north, leading a group of people, and settling up in this northern area. I never knew much about him, for he died when I was a young lad. But, I enjoyed the snows and got an excellent arm, but of course everyone else did too, and I always said something to-- well, really somethings-- to make them furious, and their anger would persuade them to throw things at me. And those things were not always soft, powdery snow. There was this one lass I used to--" the entertainer stopped suddenly and his eyes went wide in a sort of suprise.

"Well, I say, you look a bit worse for wear! No wonder," he cried, looking like a little old woman fretting over a sick child, "months pregnant and bustling about in this inn, serving food and drinks and cleaning! Well, my life stroy can wait for tomorrow, you should really be getting to bed! And I will save a show for tomorrow, I think."

At that, he picked up his ale and went to sit at a table in the corner of the common room leaving the poor innkeep, Pio, to stare in amazement. It was true, the Great Krysello was never at a loss for words.