Friday Night, The Sleeping Dragon Inn.

The patrons of the Sleeping Dragon Inn laughed at clapped their hands along to the song Hemlock played on his lute as you and Olric danced atop the bar.

For once, Josephine didn’t mind that the bar was getting dirty and even sang along with her husband! The children laughed from the top floor as Olric spun you around.

Everything was so light. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Or the dopamine running through your brain. But for the first time in a while, everything felt like one perfect puzzle piece.