Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131208054338/@comment-11457306-20131210021306

(Reptile, you coming?)

Anwen moved over by the fire and swung it into position, checking the strings and strumming a few chords. People began to turn and notice her--there was no regular bard and music was rare for them. She scanned faces under her eyelids, wondering if anyone might need a sellsword. Her gold was getting low and she needed a job.