Born into a Verisian family of traveling musicians, song and dance soon became my way of life. As early as three years old I remember entertaining with my parents on our journeys from dusty desert towns, to mountain villages, to vast cities far from Verisia. We earned our living one copper or silver (if we were lucky) at a time. Always on the move, we often traversed hostile lands at great peril to our people. The only thing that could be counted on was our yearly pilgrimage to Galt to visit the Temple of Shelyn. It was on this pilgrimage that everything changed for me forever. Ambush! It happened at night somewhere in the Mindspin Mountains. I only remember bits and pieces of the event that left me an orphan. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was a giant club crushing down through the roof of our wagon, then all went black….. When I awoke a week later I was in a strange place in the company of people that were certainly not my own. I was familiar with Dwarves from my travels but had never enjoyed the hospitality they are known for. In the week I was unconscious my rescuers had nursed me back to health. They explained to me what had transpired and that my family was slaughtered in a night attack by Giants. I had been left behind for dead. The Dwarves took me in as one of their own and as I grew older, they trained me in the arts of underground fighting and special techniques for battling Giants. I entertained them with my chanting and singing when we would gather at night for a drink of strong Dwarven ale. The ways of the dwarves became my own, and I studied their oral tradition giving it a feel of my own by adding a melody. (This took the place of my rite of passage from my own culture, that involved the passing of a family history in the form of an ornate scarf called a Kapenia). I felt at home with my foster family but always knew in the back of my mind that someday I would have to bid them good-bye and find a path that was my own. While studying geography with my sagely mentor Knowitall one day, I asked about the towns in the general area and was fascinated by the tales of the Hopeknife Celebration in the town of Trunau. Knowitall said he would journey to Trunau with me if I would liked, so I took him up on the offer. We set off and timed our arrival to be on my twelfth birthday. My arrival was deemed to be a good omen by the town-folk and I was accepted into the community as if a native of Trunau. I pledged my service to protect my new community from the marauding Orcs for ten years, and bid my tutor fare-well with a tear in my eye. It is now ten years later and I have learned much from serving on the town guard. I’m restless and am eager to take up an adventure. Hopefully one will come my way soon…..