Poetry Joke“Andry, Andry! Oi!”Poetry Joke
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Andry Trevallayn groaned a little; it had been a long day, an annoying fight with the dragon, and all she wanted to do was have a tall mug of ale, stick her feet up on a table, and listen to the new songs the bard was supposed to have come up with.
So really, Sera shouting at her from the second floor shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise. She seemed to be holding a piece of paper too.
“What Bows? Need me to read you something?” she teased.
In response, Sera made a rude gesture, and threaded her way through the second-floor tavern traffic so that she could slide down the bannister—taking the stairs was boring, after all, or so Andry remembered her saying once—and accost the human.
“Please, I can read!” she scoffed, swatting her friend lightly with the paper.
“Yeah, enough to get by, and some dirty books,” Andry retorted, absently snatching at the paper with a wry grin. “What's this? Nee