<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/50/d7/1a/50d71a11f48e22255fd9d592f763aa35.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Niamh Deasún</strong></div></div>Stroking her horses proud neck she glanced toward Adan when he spoke to her, catching the smile on his lips that summoned one to her own in reply. A flush of pleasure filled her, for while she was confident in her skill as a singer and musician it still pleased her to hear compliments. At his query her blue eyes sparkled brightly, "My Grandmother, actually. My mother's mother, who was a court bard a long time ago. She wrote it for a lord she once loved, but who she could not be with."<br/><br/>Turning back to the men more fully Niamh tucked a stray strand of her hair behind one ear, Adan's cloak shifting around her with her movements. "It is not a story that ends in tragedy, for she met my grandfather and loved him well." Though she wondered somethings if her grandmother had ever truly moved past the noble who had first won her heart. It was something the older woman had refused to ever speak of, and Niamh had not pushed after the first time. Her family and their touches in her life wove through her personality and work, touching nearly everything she did and giving her the grounding to view life as a grand adventure rather than something to be feared in any measure.<br/><br/>A glance at Corbin proved that the shadow magic that had been teasing along his form had indeed vanished, though he was just as handsome as ever. As if her look had prompted his attention he spoke then, expressing a desire for her to sing for him again which in turn prompted a laugh to spill from her lips. "Why of course, Corbin. I am a bard, and part of that is my love of performing. I shall never turn away a willing audience."<br/><br/>Niamh had not expected him to react so strongly to her song, but she did not wish to call attention to it over much so instead she focused on mirth and her tone implied they would have a hard time getting her not to sing or play for them. When she had come to their defense back in the tavern she had expected nothing much to come of it, yet now with the chance to travel with them, learn more about Corbin, and Adan as well, discuss demonology and perform when they made camp... yes, fate it seemed was very kind to her indeed and she was thrilled at the prospect of where traveling with them might take her.<br/><br/>"I know this one song you might like, it's a great dancing tune..." She reached for her lute again, wondering if perhaps she could convince the two handsome men to dance with each other while she played. Yet any notion of that vanished when from the brush around the path that lead them through the forest shadowed figures burst forward, swords raised.<br/><br/>"Oh botheration, really?" Disgruntled the young woman huffed at the interruption, falling back a step next to Snowdrop to pull a heavy wooden club from one saddle bag. The horse eyed the bandits with the same annoyance, snuffing and throwing his head even as his mistress took a wide legged stance in preparation. She might have been a bit more worried if it was just her and the horse, but with Adan and Corbin present and the tavern brawl still so fresh in her mind she trusted they could handle this situation as well.<br/><br/>"Seems you get to have a bit more fun, Corbin."