OOC>Thanks, Jen and Mistral! [img]smile.gif[/img] IC>
ILLEK (To Verloren, an enigmatic smile playing across his lips) "Myself? A poor thing next to you. I came into the world in the far North, and my parents dwell there still, I believe, though I have not visited in years. They ... disapprove of me. As for my profession, I am a Bard, obviously, but I do not live on my song. I am a collector, you might say, and wander far in search of many things, of which you were but one. Your friend offered me a fee if I found you." (Quick smile flashes) "He said you were fair, but not that you would prove so charming. But, wanderers find many fair things, often in strange places." (He begins harping agian, this time using the song of an opium-addled bard, once heard, never forgotten
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A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision I once saw.
It was an Abyssinian maid, singing of Mount Abora..." (He continues for a while then gazes pensively at the stars)