You walk through a dark path leading to an area with a light glow, as you step nearer you notice that the light comes from a camp fire with many people, elves, gnomes and other spirits sitting around it, happily drinking, eating and telling of the great tales of their lives. One woman especially stands out, the one you saw before, with the emerald green eyes, though she is now wearing a light blue, cotton dress. She beckons for you to sit down and listen to the tales and poems of wandering mistrels and brave knights.
Again, thank you for your patience. I am working hard to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my poems and stuff. I need to find someone who knows what they are doing! sheesh.