The Beach: Sunday night
Somehow, somewhere, in Galahad's attempt to find a ship to take him home, he'd lost his bard.
He needed his bard, his bard was very important.
A bard could go where a knight could not...unless that knight was the bard's guard. Chaucer was his key to safe passage.
When he found himself on the beach, now free of mountain sized talking monsters, he decided it would do for tonight's camp. Plenty of dry wood, with a lee in the rocks that would protect him, Gaiwan, and the fire from the wind and the cold. It was perfect.
No bunny tonight, but as it turned out there were deer in the woods - tiny, strange coloured ones - a haunch of which he set to cooking over the flames.
[ooc: why yes, it's open! Especially for his bard.]
He needed his bard, his bard was very important.
A bard could go where a knight could not...unless that knight was the bard's guard. Chaucer was his key to safe passage.
When he found himself on the beach, now free of mountain sized talking monsters, he decided it would do for tonight's camp. Plenty of dry wood, with a lee in the rocks that would protect him, Gaiwan, and the fire from the wind and the cold. It was perfect.
No bunny tonight, but as it turned out there were deer in the woods - tiny, strange coloured ones - a haunch of which he set to cooking over the flames.
[ooc: why yes, it's open! Especially for his bard.]