Horse-like features pouted slightly at not being able to provide a seat for the gnome but soon were back to smiling as he chuckled softly. "A brownie you say? That must provide some interesting tales. Perhaps when I am through and if you are in the mood good friend, you could tell me a fair few of them. I do however," he quickly interjected, raising a hand, palm outward in apology, "demand and ask nothing of you. You have already been gifted with so much by being able to story-tell in your presence.
But," Iorwerth continued with a slight bow, "without further ado let me tickle your fancy with a tale that I have recently come by from a new and dear friend of my heart."
The centaur cleared his throat and rubbed under his nose with the back of his forefinger in preparation. Then with all the poise and practice of a born and weathered weaver of tales, he divulged the trials and tribulations, the ups and downs, the love and heartbreak of a young widow he had met in Ketra who had big dreams.
She had been the wife of a huntsman and the mother of two when she suddenly became a widow. While her tale started out tragic it was filled with scheming and comedic failures as the mother attempted get her eldest noticed by a nobleman in hopes of having her married off while both the children did everything they could to sabotage their mother's efforts.
"...of course it all worked out in the end, or at least it had when last I saw them," Iorwerth laughed. "The children, of course they're grown now and can hardly be called children, are each married and if the rumor mill is true the youngest was expecting her first. Then again you know how reliable those can be when it comes to our art..." he trailed off, and bowed his head.
For a moment the centaur had forgotten who he had been recounting this tale to. He only hoped he had pleased Tick as he feared what could come from squandering his present as well as irritating such an honorable and respected individual. Unconsciously Iorwerth gnawed on his lower lip, waiting for a sign of approval or disdain, praying it would be the former and not the latter.