Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131208054338/@comment-11457306-20131210025036

Everytime Anwen stopped playing, someone shoved a drink or a piece of food or some gold at her to keep her going. She played until she was too full and too drunk to stand. Then she slung her Lute and went over to the Innkeeper, who pointed to a room. "Many thanks, lass," he said. "I've not sold as much ale in my remembrance.  Or food, for that matter.  Don't suppose you'd stay on a while?"

Anwen shrugged. "We'll see what the morrow brings.  What I really need is a job where I can use my axe."

"Ah, well, I canna help ya there, lass, but play here and you can sleep and eat free."

Anwen smiled at him, then turned to go to her room. The Innkeeper leaned on the bar and watch her sway away from him, until his wife hit him with her broom.