<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TsQFAgc.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Rain Windsong</span></strong></span><br/>Human Bard 1<br/>[Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490788)<br/><hr/>Rain continued to pluck at her lute.  She wasn't playing a particular song, though, the cords she chose seemed to exemplify the actions of those within.  A low C note echoed into the room each time one of the wizards placed a new book upon the two stacks, and a high G accompanied the women as they spoke.<br/><br/>Rain was getting rather bored with her game when a new individual approached.  A handsome man, dressed in a brown tunic and chain mail, and more weapons than any regular man would choose to carry strolled down the hall, as if he owned the entire Keep.  She quirked a brow at the odd site.  The man was headed right for her, or more specifically the room everyone else had crowded into.  Had the Keep employed some sort of guard while she was away?  She tilted her head curiously as she saw the glint off his signet ring.  What House was that?  She couldn't get a good look.  She gave him a warm smile when he pushed into the room, and she peered in after him.<br/><br/>Any hope that the man had arrived to issue a challenge for a duel, or something else more exciting than watching people look for something they weren't sure what, quickly evaporated.  Not that she wished harm to befall anyone in their company, but some proper drama or awkward humor would've been an improvement on the current scene.  With a disappointed sigh, she leaned against the wall and slowly sunk until her rear was settled upon the floor.  Her knees bent and created a cradle for her lute which she continued to pluck and returned to her game.