Role

Chapter 6

Mastery of her craft had come slowly and not without cost, but the last of
the Lasentia Silvermoon had managed to perfect her artistry. She now often
found herself idling away her time in the dark forest north of Arkham.
Tonight was no different. The night breeze was cool against her skin, the
soft moonlight of the full moon cast enough light for her to move with ease,
wary of any aggressor, though she expected none. She had enough coin and
provisions for some time, there was little need to ply her former trade.
However the faint glow of a nearby campfire and sounds on inebriated
travellers was enticing, as was the fun of it all to her.

She walked towards the light, making sure her steps fell loudly that she
would not catch them by surprise. As she walked up she spied a group of elves
and humans, with a pair of dwarves singing loudly off key by the fire with
their backs to her. She unstrung her lute and strummed a few chords, doing
her best to chime in subtlety with the dwarves as she walked up behind them,
not an unimpressive feat for one so well versed in singing to harmonize with
the abrasive voices of drunk dwarves. Two of the elves had seen her though
and hands had went to blades, but seeing her singing along they let them drop
once more. Their eyes however, watched her every move.

.Greetings wandering minstrel. the first elf said, a rather plain high elf,
dressed in leather armors, a shortsword at his belt. The dwarves however had
not ceased their raucous singing, and seemed more than happy to continue
singing about what appeared to be boots being placed in the arses of various
things. She smiled back at the elf. The dwarves would be no problem to lull
to sleep, alcohol would probably see to it before her voice would, but the
elves were probably a bit more astute. They would not harm her, but they
clearly were more alert as to why she had arrived than the dwarves.

She waited for hours with them, telling stories and enjoying the night air.
The dwarves had passed out fairly early, the humans had gone to sleep as
well, but the three elves stood awake as watch. As she glanced up at the
moon, she smiled a little. She began a song, and before she finished the
three elves had slumped over. Luck had favored her once again.