A wispy blonde fae, green eyes half-lidded in the content of wanderlust, plodded along the road headed nowhere as usual — or rather, he had been until a rather good smell had hit his nose. A very many good smells. Soup and chicken and bread… Fenn’s stomach rumbled. It wasn’t long until he found the source of the mouth-watering scent.

The Bounding Tankard? Interesting name for such an establishment. Fenn halted to stare at the place; it was homely and well-kept. From behind him, Daugi gave a quiet “wuff” of inquiry. Fenn shrugged. Would it be worth trying his luck inside? Most places usually booted him out before he even got his drinks ordered. Sometimes because didn’t exactly evoke the image of the typical tavern patron — looking like a small child and all. Sometimes because damnit they had tolerated his antics once and they didn’t need to do so again. But, on the off chance that this tavern wouldn’t mind him, he was kind of in the mood for food and a bit of the strong stuff.

Fenn pushed open the door and skittered into a seat at the front counter. Since he had forgotten to tell her to stay outside, Daugi trotted in happily behind him. It was a good thing they had gotten rid of her fleas.

The boy’s ears flicked curiously. Wait. Was that a story he was hearing? And in a familiar voice nonetheless!