Role

Chapter 4

One day, Whildur was strolling through the Oneheart Plains when a man
approached, dark armor glinting in the sun. Dabrilli the Anti-Paladin
sauntered up and tripped the oneheart beastman standing near them
both, proceeding to repeat the process until the man was dead. Dabrilli
then turned to Whildur.

"That looked like quite a dance, the fellow never had a chance!" said
Whildur.

"I'm practicing for when I kick dirt into your eyeholes and trip you
when you try to run away." said the glaring Death Knight.

A thrill ran through Whildur's body at the prospect of his death at the
hands of this fellow. He could certainly make quick work of the gnome..
but Whildur's wit was quicker.

"Yes, you could do that with great ease if we are speaking true.."
"But wouldn't it be better instead to let me sing to you?"

What followed was an uneasy alliance, in which Dabrilli made many a
threat of what would happen should Whildur miss a note or forget a
lyric. It felt to Whildur as though he was dancing upon the edge of
a cliff, his wit, words, and rhyme the only thing keeping him from
dire consequences. It was, he found, quite a thrilling game. The
additional pressure drove him to perform more beautifully, keened
his focus and sharpened his wit.

Whildur, it seems, has a penchant for taking risks, daring to chance
the consequences for the potential excitement and rewards to be had.

After this experience, Whildur realized exactly how important it was
to rehearse before the performance. He's started making lists to himself
when he gets stumped on a rhyme. When he can't think of a word, he'll
repeat a bunch of rhyming words out loud to himself so the next time
he needs one they'll be ready on the tip of his tongue.

Also, although he rhymes often, he's learning how painful it is to
spout off any nonsense or drivel and have it be poorly received...