The Elven Maiden, Winter, TA 3029.
Winter Solstice has recently passed, and still it feels like I am still witted by the sweet mead, and the stubborn ales.
Today I walked into the Prancing Pony for some more merriment and joy for this lovely season, listening to the tales and songs of various bards, raising a few tankards of mead, and to look (or maybe more) at fair maidens as well.





