Weep for yourself, you'll never be what is in your heart

Bryn sat in the bar, nursing her ale. It was supposed to be a happy time, what with Rockwell getting married. She was excited, happy that he had found someone. Hell, he had gotten a whole kingdom out of it. But ten years was a long time. A scowl appeared at the thought. She knew Burningwood was patient. He would be more than willing to wait a measly ten years for some grand scheme. Sure, they had set back the original plan centuries, but that didn't change much. Every good leader had a plan B. Even she had a plan B, and the halfling was anything but a good leader. Her thoughts turned to her companions. Stalar, the makeshift leader (or at least she thought so) and radiant cleric. Rockwell, their unyielding fighter. Leonidas, who had been a good companion and friend to her, even if he could be annoying at times. Emire, the lethal spellcaster of stone (no, he was literally made of stone! How cool was that?). And Quiliy, who seemed to always be in her thoughts. And it wasn't because of fond memories. No, it was because his "kids" (spawn? Younglings?) kept coming up to her and licking her face. She was certain he had something to do with that. The thought was almost enough to make her crack a smile. But only almost. The unease in the pit of her stomach kept her from truly enjoying the moment. Soft laughter broke through her thoughts, and she turned to her new company.
"You look like you've just eaten bitter-root. What's weighing on you?" The familiar hiss of draconic was a comfort to her, as was the speaker's identity.
"It's nothing, Aran. Really. I just find myself in a pensive mood for once." The remark drew a small smile from the older dragonborn.
"Yes, that is odd. You're tend to be a loud drunk, Bryn." They sat in comfortable silence for a while, each taking tentative sips of the drinks in front of them. Suddenly, Aran turned to Bryn, his copper scales turning appearing dark red in the low light of the tavern. "You never did tell me what you've been up to for all this time, little monkey. I've heard of your grand adventures from others, but what do you have to say?" Bryn debated telling him everything, starting from her departure from the apothecary.

She stared into the amber drink as she started retelling her story, catching him up on all that had been happening these last ten years.