Isilheledh - some mead, some venison?

Isilheledh, will you not join me by my fire, partake of the food and mead I have to offer ... and tell me somewhat of your life, your travels and your excelled cullinary skills *blushes* I'm afraid my fare must seem quite crude to you ... but I have been travelling for so long, I have almost forgotten what fine elvish food can taste like.

At least, here by my fire, the food is fresh, hearty and there's plenty of it.

So tell me, how does your story begin??
> Come, eat and drink of the feast!

> Tahlemaryn wanderes around her campsite at the edge of the Glade, making final adjustments to the turning spit on which turned the young deer she had hunted that morning. Everything was just so, and yet she was still nervous that the Grey Elves would find somewhat lacking.

> Perhaps, none of them would arrive and all this good meat would go to waste ... and the mead set to warm by the fire (which was definitely a shame).

> As the appointed hour drew nigh, she pulled out a twin-piped flute ... the one that Omeryn the great Dragon himself had tried to ... but that was another story ...

> Playing trilling elvish dancing songs, a smile came to her face as she heard approaching voices ... who would be the first to join the circle around the fire???

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> Isilheledh, will you not join me by my fire, partake of the food and mead I have to offer ... and tell me somewhat of your life, your travels and your excelled cullinary skills blushes I'm afraid my fare must seem quite crude to you ... but I have been travelling for so long, I have almost forgotten what fine elvish food can taste like. > At least, here by my fire, the food is fresh, hearty and there's plenty of it. > So tell me, how does your story begin?? > > <i>Come, eat and drink of the feast!</i> > > <i>Tahlemaryn wanderes around her campsite at the edge of the Glade, making final adjustments to the turning spit on which turned the young deer she had hunted that morning. Everything was just so, and yet she was still nervous that the Grey Elves would find somewhat lacking. > > Perhaps, none of them would arrive and all this good meat would go to waste ... and the mead set to warm by the fire (which was <b>definitely</b> a shame).</i> > > As the appointed hour drew nigh, she pulled out a twin-piped flute ... the one that <b>Omeryn</b> the great Dragon himself had tried to ... but that was another story ... > > Playing trilling elvish dancing songs, a smile came to her face as she heard approaching voices ... who would be the first to join the circle around the fire???
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