From birth, in the Tathvir Princedom, Evoktus has been mystified by music and sounds. From the crackling of ice to the wind in the trees. From lute to piano. Music and sound followed him everywhere. The first few times he tries to play an instrument it was like something just clicked. So he made it his goal to set out and be a bard, but not just any bard. A great bard, ones that would be told in legends. He would dream of the crowds in the tavern that would show up to listen to him play. But for all his dream, he found he could not just get up and go. He felt complacent with his skill, for he had no one to challenge him. He grew lazy. His family grew tried of his lazing and told him to make something of himself. So with his family's permission and insistence he left to make a name for himself.
Evoktus gestures towards his lute. "I'm here to play my song to the world. Maybe find a tavern and set up shop." He pauses "Happen to know any popular places to play at?"
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