"A harrowing tale, I assure you! Every member of this troupe is deserving of a barony and a retinue of servants to carry out their every whim! A ghastly tale… One that I’ve yet to fully put to music. The recency of the thing… Gah! It weighs heavy on both body and mind." Belvedere says, working himself up to the telling.
With some more gentle coaxing, Belvedere will indulge the man in the tale. He adds flair and drama to the whole tale, as is his profession. The dryads, and the hanged man. The perilous sea crossing and the close fought thing in the gut of the castle.
The telling of the story makes it sound a closer thing than it had been. The demoness had become larger, more aggressive, with threats and promises to return with her red horde and lay ruin to the kingdoms of man…
His teeth red from wine at the finish, Belvedere slumps back in his chair, exhausted from the theatrics.
"But by the skin of our teeth, do we sit before you! I hope the trinkets are worth the effort, my lord!"