Robin Green

Tebiah

"A noble song indeed, good Micas! Surely one that will be remembered for many years." The large bearded man near the back of the murky, smoke-filled tavern roared his boisterous praise of approval above the surrounding cheers as Micas Harstos, a mercenary belonging to the Bastone Guild, stepped smiling from the table that had served as a temporary stage. Making his way back to his seat near the large hearth in one corner of the room, he was applauded and praised by the many patrons that had gathered at The Sleeping Dove inn for an evening of song and drink.