Valeria looked up as Garen approches and smiles. "I thank you, sir, for you kind words, though I fear that is all of the song." She looked down at her hand, running her fingers over a simple silver ring with a red stone. "My friend Danilen taught me that song...and I fear the story is too sad for a lively evening such as this. I'm afraid I'll have to dissapoin--"
Valeria jerked her head up as the Barrow Wight approached and hauled Amron into the ktichen for a round of dish scrubbing. The corners of her mouth twitched and she burst out laughing. After a moment she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and returned her attention to Garen. "Forgive me, sir, for my outburst, but it seems a friend of mine has just been...um...recruted for some help in the kitchen. I believe he's going to need some...consolation when he's finished." She rose and went to the bar in search of a pitcher of ale.
[ December 10, 2002: Message edited by: Valeria, Witch of Angmar ]
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