Who said tea?

[enters hastily, moving a branch, making some noise and dust, them slightly blushing and still standing up]

If you don't mind, I seat

[crosses his legs on the cold, hard, dark ground, not even waiting for a reply, but instead keeping somehow apart from the main group, already tending to the fire and chatting since an hour or too]

How have you found this place? That's not supposed to exist, you know. Hatebats and scarecrows say that, all the time.
They nest in the hundreds, in the evergrowing patch of whomping willows, down by the river. This forest is now named Mirkwood, they say.
We believed them for quite a while: it was sensible to adapt ourselves to the stretching shadow, after all. With the best intentions, so that a shadow would be no more..

[waves his heavy cloak with his right hand, pale-white, round and well trimmed]

I've got my own cup. Sorry for being a downer, maybe.

[searches in an old hide poach, then messily streches out his left hand holding a small iron bowl, index and thumb strangely blueish and muscular, complete with pointy claws]

Maybe we have adapted too much, that's it

No way I'm going to a forest in Romania! That's where Dracula lives (can an undead even live?).


Unless you had.... garlic pizza!!!

*warms himself at the fire*

At least there are still some friendly people here.

Good company, music to soothe the soul.
I have brought croissants and am hoping the brew master has coffee:)

*Casually finds the campfire while hiking*

I'm totally not trying to negociate a seat on the camp fire but I happen to have a bag of cinnamon cookies (low sugar) to share.

Anyone has a deck of cards or a telescope?

*crawls up to fire because of the smoke, I was injured by a bear*

You wouldn't mind if I rested here for a while would you?

good times were too long ago

*looks around awkwardly*

I know not of this vampire-infested land you mention, and I'm quite familiar with monsters... is it beyond the Korath desert? We're in Kovir last I checked...

Cinnamon cookies? I'm sold :P.

How about a round of Gwent?

Rest... and then we'll take care of that werebear.

Witchers live longs lives... and remember.

*Wanders off for a little while and brings back some kindling for the fire.

I'll take a cinnamon cookie....yum.

Go easy on the fire, I don't want my wine to warm up too quickly.

i remember the good old times. No moderation on the forums, no double standards, no hypocrisy, total freedom. But freedom requires virtue in order to be upkept and preserved, alas. And those who sacrifice their freedom for safety, deserve neither. Let's take a seat, before the end of times. I "lost" my "star", the stars will rain chaos and fire...

I do thanks. Earl Grey if you have it.

My, aren't the stars nice tonight.

I brought my guitar, so let's have a song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DXyRsOQ9Is

May I sit and listen for a while? The kindling and wood will spark and flame, leaving but charred embers in its wake. But I will just sit and listen for a while

Can you jack it in? I have a compression & overamp pedal and we can sing this classic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtPk5IUbdH0

Sure, sit, friend, as long as the fire is going there's no reason to leave.

Unless you have a metal strengthening stud in the crotch area of those jeans you are wearing, and have a reluctance to keep your legs closed while sitting at said fire...