After you complete a performance on the wide road between Kinell and Feith, you're clasping hands with one of your fellows for a job well done when a familiar voice hails you from behind.
"As I live and breathe."
You turn to see a curly-haired wraith in a long peacoat, standing arms akimbo. Gwendell has lost weight since you saw her last, and her doublet and hose are streaked with dirt. She is smiling, but there's a dark cast to her countenance that's difficult to read precisely.
"A fine performance tonight, Bandochel," she says. "Fancy a pint?"
You hesitate, startled at the change in fortunes that seems to have transpired. Back in Port Covens, Gwendell was practically holding court among the Bardbrood, reveling in the reflected honor of having work share the stage with The Muse. What can have happened?