I have only known the life of a vagabond. My musical talents have not brought me a warm bed and supper. When I was just 7, my mom and dad were kidnapped and disappeared. From then on the local bar owner took me in. That’s how I became a bard. When I was the age of 9, 2 years after my parents disappearance a boy named Charlie became my best friend. This friendship lasted till a couple weeks ago. We were walking back to the pub we worked at, and lived, and were mugged. Charlie drew his knife and protected me. I was scared and ran. The next day I was told that Charlie was killed. I still believe that if i was there i could of saved him. I am now on my way to leave Axios to find a new adventure to bring me away from these bad memories. I just hope that one day i will have some closure. There is still one more thing, I believe that the group that took my parents are the same that killed my best friend. I am now living in the city Sutica. But I may be leaving soon for I do not like staying one place for too long.
