Heen (Realm)/Heenite Highlights/August '07/Thrydwulf Notices Erin's Music

Rilo's Tap had been a quiet place for the last few weeks. There hadn't been many patrons due to the need to aid in restoring the farm vehicles that the Daimons and Undead had destroyed on their rampages through the desert lands. After the hard days work in the fields, even the townsfolk were too tired to relax in the taverns.

Thrydwulf had taken to spending his quiet evenings in one of the more renowned pubs in the city, and could often be found mulling over various bits of paperwork from the days news, or writing battle plans in the corner of the downstairs room.

Today however, stationed at his usual table, the pub seemed a lot more rowdy than usual. The bell on the door had tinkled many times, but he had been absorbed in his paperwork and didn't look up to see who had entered. Nobody would recognise him, sat in the shadows with a couple of candles, as he wore common attire and pretended to be drinking ale (as drinking was against his upbringing).

The noises from the other side of the tavern became louder, but still he did not look up, until he heard a sound he had heard before but couldn't quite place. This time, the instrument was striking lively jigs, and the people in the bar were dancing on tables from the racket they were making, laughing and singing along to some songs he had never heard before.

Finally after rolling up his parchments he took a swig from his water flask and looked around. He opened his eyes wide as he saw Alana Baraedor dancing with Seamus O'Deaghaidh! He couldn't believe it! Quiet, shy Alana, on a tabletop, her hands gripping the hems of her dress as Seamus swung her around and around, stamping hard on the wooden surfaces.

The barkeep could just about be heard trying to get people to calm down, but to no avail. Erin on his fiddle had just changed keys and the music was galloping along as he saw the joy in Alana's eyes. It had been a while since people had been so happy in Heen! And it was well deserved after all the trouble and turmoil of the past few weeks.

Why shouldn't he celebrate he thought, as he whispered to the barman to pour some more drinks for our Celtish friends, and lock the door so nobody could go home until they were all danced out.

"HO SEAMUS! How do you do this one then? Like this?"

And planting his feet in time, one after the other Thrydwulf stumbled across the wooden floor and crashed into a table.

"Hmmm, much better on a camel..." he mumbles.