[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]
Stripped down to his breeches, the half-elf sat at the edge of the wood tub in a room with one small circular mirror listening to the muffled sound of conversation below as he absent-mindedly drew a bath.

The water was somewhat lukewarm, though it was cleaner than the muddy swill in the swamp outside the tavern walls, his thoughts wandered to the day he had before and the things he was most grateful for. His gaze swiveled to where his shirt hung, a small tug pulled at his lips as he cringed slightly remembering that his companion had kindly cast a spell to clean him up. Gabriel shook his head, muttering a few words and with a flick of his wrist steam wafted from the tub, the water much warmer than it was.

He was not going to live it down were his allies to learn that in his rabid lunacy he forgot that he himself was capable of using such a parlor trick, with a sigh the bard peeled off his breeches and threw them aside in an unceremonious heap, stepping into the tub and settling in to the tub slowly til the water rose slightly.

His thoughts wandered to what he most cherished in the days past, both chuckling to himself remembering how he lost the poetry contest against the gnome, and frowning as he recalled the few people that had joined them and left. One memory stuck out however that made him smile in the privacy of the bath, when Gabriel took part in the snail races with the elf. It wasn't really much to say it was a gift but afterward he enjoyed sharing a meal with the trueblooded lady.

And the bottle of liquor the minstrel had graciously gave him, that was the prize he had needed. Laughing, Gabriel recalled the song that the bugbear sang at the carnivals finale.

[center][i]"[color=6ecff6]Sing, let your heart soar! Sing forever![/color]"
"[color=6ecff6]Sad and so happy! Feelings flow over,[/color]"
"[color=6ecff6]Now our world is full of all kinds o' colors![/color]"[/i][/center]
He hadn't joined in when the two had sang before, it was their song of course. However that song had stuck with him, and it was the greatest gift he had been given without either of the two knowing. Some keener ears might have heard the bard singing to himself quietly in the tub but he didn't care. He wiped a tear from the side of his eyes, and smiled.