"That's right," Altair agreed, sitting up a bit straighter. "I did promise you a story. Shall I tell you about my adventure earlier in the week? Ari's version is better, of course. She's the better storyteller by far." Altair's talents were more oriented toward persuasion and spin than the sort of epic tales the Bards seemed to prefer.
"It all started when Aspel posted in the network about a rumor she'd heard. Did you hear about that? Some drunkard was ranting about a giant moose out in the forest. Now, I believed that there had to be something out there. Drunks don't lie." He topped off Alecta's wine glass. "Ari and a new acquaintance of mine had decided to go see what it was, along with my business partner Wil and a rather silly red mage. Naturally, I couldn't let them go out in the woods, alone and unprepared, so I made up a traveling pack and joined them."