Tuck hadn't expected her to move so fast, but she was at the bar by the time he opened his mouth to protest, so he let it happen. He was hardly going to pout over an attractive person buying a snack for them to share!
When she returned, he glanced at the drawing taking shape and he shook his head affectionately. "Ah, only when very, very drunk. There was this woman though. Always is, right? Her family had a farm near one of the places we used to camp. The boys and Mar and I stopped a raid on their farm by the crown - a totally uncalled for raid, I might add, trying to take this poor family's food they had stored up for the winter in order to feed some lord or...whatnot."
As he spoke, the pencil sort of scratched faster and faster across the paper. "After that the daughter would bring us fresh eggs, milk, cheese and butter. She had this...almost supernatural elegance. She was entirely mortal, but the way she moved among the trees- I've never seen anything like it. Like she was dancing with the forest. I was so in love with her. I didn't think she would be interested in a balding, rotund friar ten years her senior, but she was. My some miracle she was. And we had three beautiful years together, before it got too dangerous- One of the sheriff's men found out her connection to me and I couldn't risk her."
He turned the drawing around so she could see the drawing he had completed which looked like a dancing tree. "I think about her sometimes. When the wind hits the trees just right. Wow, my goodness. Sorry about all that! You did ask to see into the mind of the artist," he laughed.