Mara: …so I’m playing this tribute on my horn, and then I close my eyes and like while I’m playing, these four pieces of fire come out of me.
Tempest: You mean licks of fire?
Mara: Tongues of fire? I don’t know, what do you guys want from me? Well, they join together and make like a figure out of fire that dances near the campfire. And then it goes away before I open my eyes so I don’t even know it happened.
Ovak: Mara that performance was on fire.
Nia: That was so magical!
Ovak: You could even say it was lit.
Nia: You are naturally gifted, it comes from within, I can tell!
Ovak: You are smokin’ hot at that horn.
DM: You know they should call you Hornblower! Mara Hornblower.