> *Will you join me in drawing light into this darkened place?*
> asked the Ravenlord. He started lighting candles along the bar.

I'd been lost in a deep reverie for a good while and the Ravenlord's request
jarred me out. I shook my head and took notice of my surroundings again,
thinking that too many paying customers had been ignored while I thought of
the dreamworld.

"Keep a hold of that candle for just one more minute," I said. I poured myself
a pinky of Irish whiskey and downed it. The burn woke me up.

"All right, I'm back, I'll take care of lighting up the bar. Sorry, folks, I
don't
know what came over me."

I went around creating light and asking, "Who needs a good, hot drink to drive
away the chill of the evening, eh? And who's willing to give this poor
bartender a hug?"

Chance passed by and I whispered to her "I think I might want to go on that
trip, still game?"


W.