That Super Long Rest

OCC: Well, many of us had more than enough time to sleep and twiddle our thumbs during the 16 hours of nothing, so I thought perhaps a couple more conversations would have occured. For example...

Nym, bored, in pain, and hoping for a distraction, wanders over to Lander in the midst of the second long rest. In a soft voice, she inquires, " I just realized, I've never heard about your life before this, or even where your from. We've got eight more hours with nothing to do; If you share your story, I'll return the favor."

Oh you know, saving damsels, robbing kings, swooning ladies. Exactly what you'd expect from me, nothing but the best! *Forced laugh*

"Lander! You never let anyone inside, and you brush everything off, even when it's clear you're incredibly angry. You're always being a wild maverick, and I'm just wondering what drive you to it. And how did you become a bard? That's so cool"
Nym stares at the bard, obviously expecting an answer.