Bard's Log - The Podcast

Sir Balan returned home, hot and sweaty from the journey back. “Mother,” he called out as he entered. “I’ve returned.” Catalina was sitting at a window by a tall stack of clean dishes. “Welcome home, son,” she replied. “Look, how you’ve dirtied yourself.”

A thin and pale Damsel had come ashore off a tiny boat. She walked hurriedly eastward upon the highway through the forest like a crimson blur...

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“Where are you going?” Sir Balan said to his brother, who was found walking in the opposite direction of their home. “Mother is insane,” Balin huffed as he kept right on walking. “She can be from time to time,” Sir Balan admitted. “Are you alright? You left real suddenly just now.” Balin stopped in his tracks. “You just don’t get it,” Balin said. “Life treats you fairly, brother..."

“Where’s Balan?” Balin’s mother, Catalina, asked her son as he entered the simple, unornamented house. She was scrubbing away at some dishes with a rag. “He’s with Lady Viviane,” Balin responded as he kissed her on the cheek. His mother did not reply. She seethed as she continued scrubbing. “They’re playing with her dirty pets again,” Catalina muttered to herself with a scowl.