Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
Adam had grown used to sleeping in forests from a lot of practice in his life. When you worked as a thief and highwayman, and a well known one at that, a lot of inns didn't want to let you in. And he was far too free-travelling to get his own place (only had the time to show up at Heidi's sometimes, drunk and in need of a warm bed). If you found some moss and a strong branch, it wasn't so bad.
And sometimes there were nice things about it too. From his branch in the Greatwood he could see the stars, watched the sky move slowly above him with a leg dangling over the edge of the branch. It was peaceful, a rare moment where he let himself relax and consider whatever might come into his mind.
At first the song coming through the air seemed to fit so well to the moment he didn't entirely notice it, but soon it was impossible to ignore and he sat up, trying to listen for the source. Something about it felt enticing, drawing..he hopped down from the branch and found his path lit up for him until he reached the fire-holding woman and saw the others drawn by the song around him.
Adam smiled at the figure and confidently leaned back onto his heels, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows as if to say well. go on then.
