[center][color=cf5300]Sona Penetierre[/color][/center]
[center][color=cf5300]Location:[/color] The Tavern[/center]
[center][color=cf5300]Interacting with:[/color] Everyone in the tavern (sort of)[/center]

Sona would still be sleeping soundly until she felt something land on top of her lightly and just gently fluttered them eyelashes of hers open. Sitting up she instantly noticed that it was morning. And that everyone else seemed to be awake apart from Lob (but that was expected in the mind of the elven bard) [color=cf5300]"Good morning"[/color] she yawned and looked around to see who noticed. [color=cf5300]"Who placed this blanket on me?? it was very nice"[/color] she noted as she queried this curiously, picking up the blanket with her delicate fingers and held it up before smiling at everyone.

Despite her small smile towards everyone, she was quite concerned about this dream she had last night. It wasn't a terrible dream, or a bad dream. But a VERY mystical one. Maybe it was telling her to buy a new harp or something in fears that her actual harp will break, but she isn't ready to buy a new one yet exactly. She loved her current harp too much.