Bard the Bowman of Esgaroth

"But, of course. Does she doubt it?"

"I’m afraid, then, you are going to have to kick yourself." Bard replied, giving the man a light nod. "However, the credit is not all mine. Without the help of nature, I would never have known the dragon’s weakness."

"Secret? No. I do not believe love of any kind should be kept in the dark."

Despite the smile behind the bowman’s dark eyes, his brow pinched and lips formed a light smirk. “Love me so greatly you would save me from such a dull scroll? Why, that truly must be the grandest of love.” He noted. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Cons:- They have a lot of stamina - no sleep that night.-They’red be a lot of stray hairs afterward.

"I-I…em. Thank you, face of Grey. But I must ask, next time, please do me the honor of having you reveal you reveal yourself to me." 

With a worn sigh, Bard simply set down his well worn travel bag and turned, open armed, to his daughters. “I am sorry, my dears. I had not meant to be gone so long.”