Kahlisidryn sat alone, recessed in the shadows, and gulped down some potato soup. Laughter and dancing reached not the young Bard for she was far off, possessed by the Spark of Creation. Most of The BBB\'s clients understood they were not to disturb Kahli in her moods. Fingers drummed atop a wooden slab while she sipped wine. Her brown eyes peered down at her lap; more importantly toward the blank parchment.
What of Kada\'s Tavern, eh? Kahlisi mused. The Spark ignited to life and spread with coy smile.
She snatched her quill and inkwell - the process had begun. Long moments passed while Kahlisidryn Seirpo continued to scribe. With a nod of accomplishment, the Bard rolled up her paper and stood. She sauntered over to the bar then handed it to Kada-El. Kahli flashed her trademark grin and wink.
\"The night calls me - it is still young.\" A quick reach and shrug draped her black cloak around the slender form. Kahlisi slipped out the front door, her Roguish aspects unable to be contained.
A Modest Tavern, Indeed
Come, sing a tune,
Dearest friends,
Around stone fireplace.
Fill oneself with hearty
Stew or ale,
Satisfaction the grace.
Patrons in crushed velvet,
Coin ready,
Sweet wines at request.
Travelers in sturdy cloth,
Boast and brag,
Await another harsh test.
Bed sheets of silk,
Woolen comforters,
And mattresses of down.
Only finest furnishings make
Kada-El\'s Tavern,
In Hydlaa, most renown.
Come, sing a tune,
Dearest friends,
Around stone fireplace.
Let soft flutes or lyres
Lull a person
To Sleep\'s deep embrace.
- Kahlisidryn \"Kahlisi\" Seirpo
Bard
