Role

Chapter 2

The merry band of minstrels sang in their brightest pitch...for the occasion
was grand...grandeloquent if I might say so. But to the awe of the guests
and by the pride of the forest elves...leading the troupe of sings was a
frail child...Frajalar, of the Vlai'Allionthallas family of Royal courtesans
and the King listened in silence as the gifted child lead the pack that sang
with glee upon his birthday. The singing ceased to a roar of applause and
innumerous mumurmers about the talent of the little one was followed by the
feasting.

Smiles and wine acoompanied the guests and the host alike but the nervous
itch engulfed Frajalar, who though was happy where he was...longer for more.
Fralajar was born with unnaturally curved feet, a sign the wood-elves thought
to be that of a wandering traveller and though his family tried to conceal
the superstition from the child and the nobles (least they realize that he
was to leave them in search of lore of the lands) but the child has instinct
that was not to be subdued.

While the drunken laughter echoed and whistled through the air, the lad
quickly sneaked to the side and made his way to his shack. A few moments later
it was assumed that he had left, for good, tricking the guards by telling them
that he was venturing into the woods to find some fresh flowers to gift to
the king...his footsteps were traced when his parent realized that he was
amiss and their fading trail ended in the plains north of the city of Voralion.
He missed the annoucement by the King who had bestowed upon his the title
of The Royal Court Singer, he missed it for something he had thought to be
much better...for something he had set out afoot to find and enliven...