[color=darkgray]"What an excellent tale that would make."[/color] Verbally on the heels of the human who had come into the mead hall, the bard spoke up from a nearby table. Rinx still continued to wear the female elf guise and spoke speculatively as 'she' idly plucked at her zither atop the table, musing on the morning gloom and how to best address it profitably when the familiar teifling had returned. It had been a late morning for Rinx, and so he had not yet had breakfast. At least while awaiting its delivery, something entertaining had happened. [color=darkgray]"Two intrepid traveler, wary from the frost-lidden road serendipitously cross paths and form a pact to slay a giant and save a town from their strife. I'd be curious to see how that plays out."[/color]