It's the day of the Rennaissance Faire, something you've been waiting months to finally enjoy, and years of waiting for one to be planned and set up close enough to where you live. You've spent months working on your alter ego's outfit (your choice), makeup, and hair (or wig, again your choice). You've invited friends, made friends through the Ren Faire community who you'll get to meet there, and have planned a LOT to do today, so with your outfit on, you hop in your car, and head to the location.

As soon as you park, you spot somebody you know, and run up to greet them. After a while, you've grouped together with all of your friends, new and old, and began to explore.

You and your group come up upon a concert in front of a fountain, and behold, a charming, Elven bard is playing his heart away, singing lyrics beautifully as gypsies and wenches dance around him. Couples dance as well, some slow, some laughing with the upbeat rhythms, some folk enjoying themselves alone, just listening. It looks fun, so you run up to listen closer, maybe even dance along.

Before you know it, golden eyes meet yours, and a head of long caramel braids bounce in your direction. The bard grins at you, winking, and handing his double-strung sitar-looking instrument to another man beside him and stepping up to you.

"My, did I not expect to see an angel today, but the gods have found favor in my songs! Dance with me?" He exclaims, bowing and outreaching his bare hand to yours.