The Harvest Moon Consortium

"Those traders up to Khazad Barak surely do get a lot of mail."

"They seem nice enough, the two of them. Well spoken and polite. And always ready to buy a round when they're in a bar."

"I was handing her a package and the stamp in the sealing wax caught my eye. Look, Miss, I said, that seal's just like your cloak brooch."

"Pretty, isn't it?" says she. And I had to agree it was."

"What did it look like?"

"Oh, a crescent moon and a harp and stars."

"Sounds bardy."

"That's what I thought! Reckon it's a bard thing, I said to her. Don't know if you've heard her sing, but she has a voice like honey."

"It's my new music, says she and off she goes."

"We could have a drink."

"Now you're talkin."

A stunning looking woman, white hair, fair skin and dressed in white walks slowly by. A vague aura surrounds her, and it is more than just the fragrance of her perfume and the dim flare in her pink eyes.
She picks up part of the conversation. The mentioning of the brooch makes her stop and wonder for a second before she continues her stroll as if nothing had happened.