Well, how fascinating for Erato. Here was a letter that had hit him directly on the head, addressed to him in fine script. Who could it be? A noblewoman asking him for a little tryst? A king seeking his services to eliminate some threat? Some barmaid he had knocked boots with along the road a few weeks back? He wasn't really fantastic at recognizing handwriting. And where had it come from? Some new airborne system of mail delivery? Regardless, a letter. Maybe it was just fanmail.<br/><br/>Well, it was certainly more interesting than the usual fanmail. He wasn't so sure about the "possessions" part of that little clause, but judging by the light closing around him, he didn't really have much of a choice. Oh, now he was falling from the sky. Joy. With his eyes open, he did what he thought was the most rational response at the time. He opened his mouth, and shouted as loud as he could over the wind whipping past his face, "Bugger meeeeeeeeeeee!!" until his collision with the water.<br/><br/>After hauling himself to shore and coughing up a little bit of water that had managed to go down the wrong pipe, Erato sat up and tried to catch his breath as he took in his surroundings. A lake, a forest, two attractive women, and what was apparently a shot at more riches and fame. Well, it certainly would be some kind of adventure. Maybe it would even be worth composing some song about. However, the ladies were talking and introducing, and he had to get in on that. "A letter hit me on the head, but if I'd known it would lead me to you two, I most definitely would have read it faster," he said, laying on the flattery extra thick. With a low sweeping bow, he introduced himself. "Erato Rosenrot, adventurer, bard, and roamer, at your service."