[He likes to think he has a good memory. Even in the drunken fun of games, he keeps ahold onto details like this, capturing them to be used at a later date.]

[He exhales a little, and even though the fire is blazing before him, his eyes are caught onto Kaspar's face, like a firefly onto a lantern in the darkness.]

I'm not picky, but...I do like a good ballad every now and then. I like songs that tell stories. Sometimes that's the best way to do it.