The hour for tales

I'm a storyteller, for those that didn't know. I love to read, write, create and tell stories. To embellish the truth, give it scope and purpose. To reach back in time to find old tales of demons and trolls, unlikely heroes and powerful gods. But sometimes, the truth needs no embellishment and purpose to add to it only takes something away. I have many stories to tell you from my encounters through life, for this is why I travel, why I love meeting new people. I will tell them to you. But some, some I will only share sitting under the open Northern sky with the stars above us, the heat of a fire in front of us, sharing a bottle of Suttung's finest mead after the hour of merriment has passed and the hour before twilight is there. For that is the hour of the teller of tales, the time for more serious stories. The ones that are true and honest, the ones that says something about the character of the person. Not humorous or fun, but heavy and worth their words. So, a boon I will beg of you. Make you way to the island this Fire-time. Greet me, laugh with me, fight me and drink with me. And when the stars are out, sit with me and tell me your history and let me tell you mine.