"Psh." The bard snorted. "How little ye know of my craft. Aye, the glorious victories make men and women cheer. But ye know why they want the hero win? Because they feel for 'em. Ye need to tell them the heart of the hero. It is only then that the sword of legends matter."
She took a languid sip of her dark wine, then pushed off the pillar to glance squarely at the paladin then the Blade in turn. She quirked a grin. "Brynnalia Callae." She feigned half a bow. "At no one's service this eve. Most call me Brynn."
She took a languid sip of her dark wine, then pushed off the pillar to glance squarely at the paladin then the Blade in turn. She quirked a grin. "Brynnalia Callae." She feigned half a bow. "At no one's service this eve. Most call me Brynn."
