A cloud of Bats fly over Galmair this evening. One sways from the group and perches itself to a tree next a campfire not far from town. Caswir Drakull lay rest there. He suddenly awakens.
"Arr finally a good nights sleep." He yawns then streches his arms out, then he proceeded to scratch himself. The bat screeches and flys above. Caswir grins. His lute lay down beside him, and there was an empty bottle of wine. He grabs the wine and checks if theres any left. "Nope" He throws it, and with a great might it crashes out in the night. He picks up his lute and begins to play a tune and sing.
"The night is young, but I am old.
There is a story to be fortold.
A bout a girl, a maiden so fair
Good looks and golden hair
*Heavy picking begins, surprising fast and rythmatic*
*then begins to scream the last verse*
She once was mine
but now ams lost
Now im here and my hope is gone
He begins to cut into some lead licks, breaks it down then back to the rythem.
He then stops suddenly. Searches through his bag, and then his pockets, and pulls out a half smoked pipe. "Ahh yes the night is young, the night is young..."
After that he heads to town, looking for some kind of excitement.