Looking thoughtfully at her audience, Saeryn contemplated fiction. To tell the whole truth, or to tell slightly less than it? Ah... they can guess for themselves.
"And so, my friends, the girl's brother set out one night into the fiery red dusk in search of a good time. Not wishing to stay home and... dare I say it... clean... the girl set off at a quiet trot some distance behind him. Dressed in greys and greens, she and her brown mare faded into the high grasses. He never once suspected what trouble they would cause."
Time passed as Saeryn spun out her tale. The food was temporarily forgotten as she told of their arrival to the tavern and subsequent challenge at the door. By then, the girl's brother had discovered and regretfully accepted her presence.
"A challenge!?" cried out Falco jumping to his feet. "They dared challenge a lady? Her brother solved the problem, I hope." he said with indignation on the girl's behalf.
"Sit, Master Halfling, and let the lady finish her tale, or did you want to finish it for her?" Falco sat grudgingly, shooting Eodwine a look that would kill.
"And so then, if you'll believe it," Saeryn laughed, "They pulled their instruments from beneath their cloaks and outplayed every musician in the tavern!"
"They didn't..."
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