As Rithiell finished reading the poem she heard a sudden change in the tavern's atmosphere: the empty ale kegs had been rolled off the small stage near the crackling fireplace. Four minstrels, swathed in greens and reds, took their places and flashed their instruments.
"I know someone out there has a birthday today." The lead minstrel loudly addressed the tavern.
No one spoke up; Rithiell tried to hide her face further into her burgundy cowl.
"Whoever you are," the minstrel continued, "this one is for you."
The minstrels began their song and Rithiell's jaw dropped wide open.
She chugged a third mug of ale to drown her growing embarrassment...
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Theme: "Finding warmth in the cold" using her interesting world of fantasy OC's
The character Rithiell Gel'feyn belongs to