Pio's grin broadened from ear to ear as she watched the newest guest to the Inn stage his entrance. Such color and panache!
'Now here was one who would set things in motion in the Inn!' she thought to herself, laughing. 'I only hope it's not the apples and oranges we've set out on the tables for people to munch on until supper is served!'
She stepped out from behind the bar, a foaming tankard of the Inn's finest in her hand.
'Welcome! Welcome, Krysello! Come! Sit! Tell me of your travels for now. Then after supper, perhaps a song, a dance, a poem, a story . . . whatever you have in your repetoire, we will applaud!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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