Creamsteak
Explorer
The road is her home, and as-such Mialee seems more keen here than she ever was in the city. She carefully watched the party she traveled with and the various farmers and other travelers they passed. She took mental notes of the road and the horizon and would, on many occasions, play her instruments as they traveled. She does this partially to entertain, but mostly to tell a story. The sun and moon bring thoughts to her mind. The wind carries a tale from a far off place. She tries to put on a smile and bring revelry to simple mundane travel. Her heart is in another place. She thinks to herself, "Perhaps today is the day we die. I may be heading to my death. These others could fall as well. Why do we do this? Fortune's fools was an apt name. The road is life. Travel is life. Every day I can continue to wander is a good day."
She puts on a smile for the crowd. "I am glad to accompany you all. It is... good... to be a part of something."
In secret, the bard records a story. Part music. Part words. She knows not if it will be a drama, a comedy, a tragedy. Her heart simply follows.
She puts on a smile for the crowd. "I am glad to accompany you all. It is... good... to be a part of something."
In secret, the bard records a story. Part music. Part words. She knows not if it will be a drama, a comedy, a tragedy. Her heart simply follows.