02-12-2018, 07:52 PM
An elven bard sits next to the fire with bare feet up on the hearth. Her chair rocks precariously on its back legs as she throws back the remains of her ale. The music she was playing stops while she holds her mug out. A serving girl runs out quickly with a fresh mug. Tinarawen takes a sip and returns to her song. Her fingers expertly dance across the strings of her instrument as her voice sings a tale of star-crossed lovers. She rocks her chair back and forth in time with the music. Between verses, she quickly snatches up her mug for another gulp without missing a chord.
