The tavern was packed with bodies, laughing and drinking as the rain poured down outside. It was a dreary day, wet and windy with no signs of it stopping. As good a day as any to drink, though not much else.

A lone bard sat by the fireplace, strumming his lute and singing the epic tale of a long dead warrior. If one listened close enough, one could almost hear the clashing of swords and the roar of beasts in Kyle's voice.

Oh, and what a tale it was! The glamorous battles of days long past, heroes long returned to ash. Kyle smiled his thanks to you when you approached to drop a few silver coins into the hat he had placed on the floor by his feet.

“Would you like to request a song?” Kyle asked, his dark eyes rising to meet your gaze.