<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Anna-dohrmann.jpg)</div><br/>"I'm sure that we will have plenty of opportunity for stories." Anna said, looking around the group. "Eisen is full of stories to send a shiver through the stoutest heart, told around a roaring fire, with a glass of something strong to fortify the nerves." Her lips twisted into a thin smile. "Some say they can<em>only</em>be stories, but we ... we know better. When the night is dark, the moon is full, the fog rolls in ... we know what are stories. And what are<em>stories.</em>" Her eyes gleamed as her voice dropped into almost a whisper.<br/><br/>She drew a deep breath before she continued. "If my uncle has a few glasses, perhaps he will share a story or two with you. My father would have ... but he is longer the man he once was." She paused for a moment before continuing. "And some stories, they need to be heard, and remembered."<br/><br/>