I guess this begins in the middle, but I’m new at this bard thing so you’ll have to forgive me. Anyway there I was working for the investigative services and keeping an eye on things at the docks. All the girl’s there know my name and know who to turn to when some guy is bothering them. My protection is pretty cheap and I offer educational opportunities for young kids too. Anybody who is anyone knows who I am and I probably have a friend of a friend who can get you what you need and when you need it with very few questions asked.
The shadows accept me as their own and I can even feel my own shadow as if it is a second skin. Thoughts of Viilse are gone from my mind and while I respect Lasolra, I can not be hers either. I have found my own way in the shadows a twilight zone between day and night that allows me to feel free, to be whatever I want, to be....ME.
For the people you like or want to befreind this is not the guide. For the rubes and nobles who are scattered about the land and who will pay two gold to see anything vaguely magical you have the correct guide sheet. Also, due to recent incursions by gnomish tourists I thought I'd write this little piece.
I found Joe and spoke with him alone. The experience has given me an idea of what friendship means and perhaps something a bit more, but as I said to him there are no strings, but perhaps that is what friendship means?
No strings attached and you risk your lives for each other. Foolish perhaps and yet it feels right.
I have let this sit and linger while I attempted to be like the shadows. I tried so hard to sneak and trick and be a shadow into that house and yet when it came down to it I failed. I was not tricky or sneaky near enough. I could not embrace the shadows and ended up once again with my anger.
My anger that made me throw the bombs at the wall. Anger that had me rush into that house and then fear...fear of the guard and realization of stupidity...into the fire place...up the walls....then all is black.
I woke up somewhere, I wasn't quite sure exactly where. In fact I wasn't sure of anything. Who was I what was I doing here. I felt around for my swords, the blades that I always carry at my sides, but they weren't there.
I stood up and pulled the shadows around me, their cooling embrace was familiar and would allow me to kill even those who could see in darkness. A voice spoke to me a mocking feminine tone, "Don't bother, you aren't about to be attacked."