Take a cushion before the fire...

Don't mind the others - they'll not be strangers after this night's finished. Sip some licorice tea while ya's immerse ya self in the flames...

Is it ya own heart ya's beginning to hear?

Or could it be the quickening patter of a hand drum? Ah, comes the Imagist, the story teller whose words spawn living dreams which forever smolder in the imagination.

He looks this way. Quick, make ya request....

It's be MIST MAIDEN ya asks for? Now there's a tale with no equal...