Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131211044317/@comment-11457306-20131213015250

Anwen sat and savored the stew. Memories of past campaigns ran through her mind, fallen comrades, lost promise of youth. Still she continued, weathering the passing of time. Finally she set down the bowl and lifted the lute again.

"This one should stir your blood, Daithi."

(Imagine a female voice singing and you join in where you can in chorus.)

Answer the Call