Yuva played on for a while longer, and put the lute away after the song. There were a few groans, and mutters about ruining an evening, but Counterpoint customers knew how to treat musicians. They were happy she came by, and thanked her for her time. “I promise some more songs later,” Yuva said as everyone returned to their drinks. Zibnizik nodded appreciatively, and smiled. “You play amazingly Yuva.” The elf blushed. “Thanks. I’ve played

Bin was falling asleep again. He wasn’t bored. Mister Path’s lectures were exciting, especially in his class on artifacts and the effect time and legend has upon them. They were full of stories, and debates on the very matter of magic, something the young ogre mage desperately wanted to know more about. In fact, Mister Path was in the middle of one such story now. “Imagine it, if you will. The great armies of the

The reason Zibnizik had not been in his room last night was unusual, unprovoked, and rather chilling for himself. He had actually been in Bel Haven, picking out the appropriate attire. How did one prepare for a luncheon with a beautiful woman? Zibnizik was a normal, rational, studious person. He did not go out on romantic excursions often…ever. It was both a matter of choice and not. He found so much pleasure in his pursuit