Yet, when the occasion occurs I love
swimmin' and fishin' in Rivervale, Learnin' new languages, Shoppin' in the Bazaar, Climbin' to the top of Steamfont Mountains to watch the sunrise, Runnin' the hidden pine trails of Greater Faydark with spirit of the eagle, Listenin' to Dwarven stories by campfire, and attendin' Faires.
in which I'm master...
If you're on Mithaniel Marr I'd be glad to teach any of these to ye!
(Hearty, Dwarven ale) until I fall on me face.
Ribbons and flags wavin' in the wind, the sound of bells, of lutes, of ocarinas in the air, the lilt of foreign accents, the smell of cookin' foods and flowers, the warmth of sun on your face and the wind in your hair.
Socializin', wanderin' about examinin' crafts, and other goods for sale, samplin' foods, drinkin' fyne ale, watchin' plays, jugglers, magicians, and other entertainers strut their stuff.
The best part is the music. The Faire would not be complete without the musicians and parades that wind their way through the crowds.
Quite the holiday I must say!
