Back when I was a wee tart-gobbler in Arthe Dale, my old aunties used to tell me stories about the olden days, when bards would cram together in a room and share their songs. It was magical, apparently! I want to see that start happening again! So I'm hauling my basket of tarts to the Performance Room of the True Bard D'Or's shop in Crossing TONIGHT for a semi-impromptu Bead-stop-procrastinating fun time.

Come on over! Or don't! Or come next time!

Smooches,
Bead