An evening by the firelight

The Bardess laughed, a quaint giggle which belied her amusement.  In the dark evening’s firelight, her eyes were aglow with merriment.  A few kindly placed words seemed to’ve completely brightened her otherwise awful day.

“Shall we tell a tale?” I asked, gazing about at my companions.  A bardess, who’s only beauty was marred by the lifespan of humanity.   A ranger, a brother.   A warrior mage, a man I knew I could trust my life to.  A barbarian, a man who would lay his life down for his province, and his love.

“Oh, I think it’s my turn!” she said with a wink and grin, giggling again.