<strong>Ari</strong><br/><br/>Eye caught sight of Garashna slipping in, hopefully unoticed.  The Ork girl could be sly, when the situation required it, she thought with a smile.  Thankfully she had managed to convince Pigglywiggly to stay outside this time.  The memory of him once following her into the tavern almost made her lose her place in her song.  Her Papa had had a fit and threatened to serve bacon for the next day breaking of fast and that had led to... well, it had been an interesting day, as they say.<br/><br/>Looking about her, the song now done, she braved another one, knowing that Bishon would be less then pleased with her.  Better his attentions on Ari then on the Ork girl who had done no harm, she thought.<br/><br/>It's of a jolly beggarman came tripping o'er the plain<br/>He came unto a farmer's door a lodging for to gain<br/>The farmer's daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin<br/>She says, He is a handsome man. I pray you take him in<br/><br/>We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night<br/>We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright<br/>We'll go no more a roving<br/><br/>He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre<br/>But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire<br/>o then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay<br/>And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay<br/><br/>We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night<br/>We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright<br/>We'll go no more a roving<br/><br/>The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door<br/>And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor<br/>He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran<br/>Kind sir, she says, be easy now, you'll waken our good man<br/><br/>We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night<br/>We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright<br/>We'll go no more a roving<br/><br/>Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman<br/>For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone<br/>I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one<br/>And beggars they be robbers all, so you re quite undone<br/><br/>We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night<br/>We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright<br/>We'll go no more a roving.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>She ended the song amid laughter, her smile beaming as she gauged the crowds mood to be lighter.  Even her Papa, for whom she risked a brief glance, seemed to have lost a little of his focus on whatever had riled him up.  Now, she just needed a way to turn their attentions from her to somewhere else so that she could greet her friend properly without the scrutiny of the crowd.  Looking about, she spotted Talis Woodhaven in the crowd.  Perfect, she thought.  Talis was always one for a tale, improbable as they might be, and it usually wasn't hard to get him started.<br/><br/>"Master Woodhaven!"  she called out, her voice cutting smoothly through the room.  "Brings me to mind of your story of the wandering knight.  Care to recall it for our pleasure?"<br/><br/>She grinned as he drained his mug dry, holding it up for another before starting in on his story, all eyes now turning to him, giving her the chance to drop down across from Garashna with a faint smile, settling<br/>herself on the bench.<br/><br/>"Not sure what's got everyone on edge this evening, but I'm sure you didn't need the grief.  You get a chance to eat yet?  Kitchen's still open and I could grab you a plate if you'd like."<br/><br/>