Aaeru
Walker of the Wheel
If the title caught your eye, then thank goodness, I was hoping it would. I always have trouble with this.
You hear the mystifying yet chilling song of a woman seated at the front of the tavern, her auburn locks draped over a shoulder, her lute worthy of her voice as it travels throughout all of the customers and their... consumed ears. Though, you notice-- they are all looking at her, they do not glance away for even a second until she stops singing.
In a somewhat sad sense, when she is not singing, not a single soul is there to talk to her. Green eyes may look about all they like, but neither ruffian or full blown beauty would approach the tantalising trickster. Perhaps those who sing too well might be the ones to avoid. Although, surely, you've got quite the curiosity coming into this tavern at this time.
So, adventurer... dare to see what this nameless bard is all about?
You hear the mystifying yet chilling song of a woman seated at the front of the tavern, her auburn locks draped over a shoulder, her lute worthy of her voice as it travels throughout all of the customers and their... consumed ears. Though, you notice-- they are all looking at her, they do not glance away for even a second until she stops singing.
In a somewhat sad sense, when she is not singing, not a single soul is there to talk to her. Green eyes may look about all they like, but neither ruffian or full blown beauty would approach the tantalising trickster. Perhaps those who sing too well might be the ones to avoid. Although, surely, you've got quite the curiosity coming into this tavern at this time.
So, adventurer... dare to see what this nameless bard is all about?
