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Chapter 3

The Bardic Academy

The journey from Hillcrest to Galadon's Academy was long, but the two
gold in his pocket and the excitement for the unknown ahead made the
trip seem short to Whildur.

When he arrived and met the Bardic Guildmaster, paid his fee, and was
admitted, he had no sooner settled in to study his first song when a
nice man named Simon asked him to do an errand. And then Wilhelm..and
then Nicholas...Candi, Jeril..Wilhelm hardly had a moment to rest and
read with all the running and delivering he did! But in the end, it was
a boon that he went along with their games--eventually that road led
him to deliver a cask of ale to the Inn of the Eternal Star, where he
met Daphedee the High Herald. Though his first visit was brief, he was
overcome by how neat and clean and vibrant the Inn was. The bouncers
looked friendly and Olin actually gave him a free drink in thanks for
his work.

Whildur also met his first love that day. The Lyceum. He had only
heard of such a Library in passing, and while Hillcrest had plenty of
books, most were dry works on technical subjects. The Lyceum was full
of tales of heroes, poetry, works of history and art...one room of the
place contained more life and excitement and material than ALL of the
city he grew up in...he read all he could until hunger got the better
of him, then he continued on his journey, vowing to return and read
EVERYTHING.

Life as a minstrel was amazing. He had never imagined what he could
do with his rhymes and poems when he applied the rudimentary musical
rules he was learning to them. His words seemed to spring to life in
the very air, to his amazement and glee. Additionally, he had already
found his newfound prowess and flare to be a boon to his survival when
he was confronted by a murderous thug one sunny day...