Tale Weaver Feast

Pyralis had mulled over the idea of going to Fenmyre's festival like an old bone. Rolling the invitation over with her tongue before crunching down with ehr teeth. She'd go. It could be a trap but what did she really have to lose? If anything she was in a race toward her passing, seeking some shred of control. She wanted to go in battle or at least in some way other than old age and disease.

So Pyralis packed a few things, called to her companions, and headed out toward the pack the pirates had once raided. As she neared the location of the feast the scents of food and those gathered grew stronger until she arrived amongst the gathering. She eyed the delicious looking meal spread out for those assembled but restrained herself from simply digging right in. Instead she moved toward Chimera.

"Greetings, thanks for the invitation and glad to know there are no hard feelings about the raid. Though I'm sure being the victor helped." She winked at the man.