[She can't help but laugh, a little startled to have the question turned back on her, but she doesn't sound displeased. If anything, she sounds interested as she sets the bow down and twirls the block of rosin between her fingers, easily keeping her fingers on the wood.]

Oh, you know. Leaving home, traveling the world, fighting monsters and rescuing people. Going on a quest to find things. The kind of stuff you might write an opera about!

[She tosses the rosin in the air and catches it before pointing a finger at her tablemate.]

What about you?