The Road to Red Fern
With Goon handling the downbeat, Lani was free to get a little more playful on the potbellied lute's myriad strings. She backed off periodically to let the titanic drummer get his own expression in, though. Myre got a playful wink about the spider comment, and it was tempting to play a little joke on Yatari by brushing an imaginary creepy-crawly from her hair. As much as Lani liked an excuse to touch the tiefling's silken red locks, though, she refrained.
"The tales you all grace me with are worth very much more than a bit of light music," Lani assured Yatari, and everyone else, with a glowing smile.
"And sing of you I shall! Oral histories are among our world's most beautiful works, Davor, and I thank you for mistaking me for the true professionals," she drifted backwards to give the priestly half-orc and his mighty scythe a respectful nod. "Though it is I who shall be the footnote! It's a mighty ego, indeed, who meets five fascinating people, puts ink to page about their lives, and still fashions herself as the most twinkling star in the sky." She made a pointed look at Sakr's dark frame at the head of the pack. "Even when some of them revel in being the strong, silent type."
There was perhaps more Lani could say on the subject of gnolls, but she held her tongue. She'd been around long enough to have an idea what Davor spoke of, and to hear more than one heartbreaking tale about what happened when a tribe like that turned their sights on those less-prepared.
"A wonderful insight, Yatari! What puts us all on the road to Red Fern, darlings? What is it you're seeking?"
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