Role

Chapter 8

Regarding his efforts to change his stripes and become a little less primitive
he has been plying the skills of the trade to observe others as they speak.
Studying their mannerisms, phrasing, and formalities to better understand how
to present himself in a dignified manner. Karvesh may never speak as fluently
or as an intelligently as an elf, but is certainly becoming more accustomed to
the common tongue. Around those he considers as either friends or very stupid
he will not be as mindful as the way he talks. Certain quirks of speech he had
developed early into his life are unlikely to fade, the guttural utterances
marking his feline heritage and his misuse of some honorifics in particular.

His skill in the written word is still less than impressive but is at least
legible. A civilized man-cat should know how to express himself clearly and
in great detail, doubly so if he is a Magistrate of the Blood Tribunal.

Once upon a time he, along with Merelith and the cities of both Galadon and
Voralian were once saved from the wrath of Emnon by the mythical rhyme of
Whildur. Karvesh intends to pay tribute in some as of yet uncertain form
in thanks. Possibly a rhyming poem recounting the events, or a story in kind.