Db 27

Hey, do you know how this is made? - Honeydew? - Yes, honeydew... and she smiled. - No, you haven´t told me, dear Titania. - Oh, flatterings... still, nice to know that I am still remembered in these parts - How could a man forget, Titania. - Babe, you´ll use up my name if you keep up like that. After saying that Db looked into the cup at her own reflection and then lifted the cup up high with words: "To the Meeting of the Rivers!" and to that all of the tavern cheered with her, and as one drank their cup in one gulp.

.. Almost forgot.. I had a reason for coming here - another besides the always lovely company, and she looked at the folks of the joint with happy bright eyes. Could you sing me a song, about the jolly brewer? - Aye, Miss! and they rised their voices and suddenly all froze

- Thank you, I needed that :) and from the casks, barrels and cups of mead flew honey-coloured dragons big and small, size ofcource depending on the source, being cask, cup or barrel: from cups flew dragon babies squeaking in a mellow innocent voice, from the casks flew teenagers wild, yet tame and from barrels full-grown golden dalgerians in all their glory brighting up the dusky joint with mighty sunshine. And then, as suddenly
as it had started, it had ended - all was the same besides Titania standing up with her hand up, fingers stretched out and on her ringfinger a bright honey-coloured ring with a golden dazzle, their Song. She had bound the light honeydew in their Song and forged the Stone, that binding Song.. was the golden Ring on her finger.

Titania Granade, the Honeydew Magician, they now remembered. She had left long ago, leaving behind this dew as sweet as honey for the tavern keeper to share for all who ask and now she had claimed it back. As opposite to the people of the Dome the folks of the travelers´ joint started cursing and demanding, pleading for at least one cup, for each.. sure the Lady could spare that ... all that jolly commotion bursted into a mighty laugh, Titania laughing the loudest.

She looked up and mumbled to herself in good time, my lads, in good time. She was given provisions and a horse fed, watered, groomed and saddled and then sent on their way with cheers and good wishes - all of that after getting the promise to return the mead from her, ofcourse.