You found freythriss admiring the paintings on the walls along the corridor. She was a young lady, a fair face with glowing cheeks. She wore a light cotton gown which showed signs of developed muscles. Her hands were slender yet shone with the brightness of the sun.
"Freythriss? Freythriss the Wanderer? Is that really you?" your astonishment shows through evidently.
"Of what matter is it to you?" She turned from the oils and fixed her gaze onto your face.
"I...I have heard alot about you! Why it's an honour to finally put a face to the name."
Freythriss laughed and walked towards you, her soft brunette hair cascading down her back. "And what have you heard about me?"
"Oh too much to recount!" You stretch out your arms, "The dragon fights, the tricking of the fairies, the night on Phantom Mountains... ..."
She laughed at your mumbling and laughed,"You have heard indeed! Looks like my days of travel have not gone to wasate."
"Will you tell me about your adventures abroad?" you plead.
"Not on a cold winter's night dear."She shoke her head gently.
"Oh especially on a cold winter's night! With a tankard of warm Ale before a glowing fire."
"Hmm....for this time I'll relent on your account." She held out her hand and led you to the Tavern.
"Tell me about the places you've been to."
"Now let's see......"She bit her lip and thought for a moment....