Leilond slowly says, "Once long ago, I was held captive by the Dragon Priests when I was very young. That is when I whitnessed the dance of a beautiful woman in moonlight. She sang a melodious song as she approached, in a way which was as mesmerizing as the swaying dance of the campfire."
"Dressing the trees aloof from us were leaves touched with the midnight blue of night that danced with the gentle blowing of the wind. The soft grass surrounding the patchwork earth and rubble that the tents lay upon and where we stood did sway and shine like green feathers waxen with a lunar radiance. The night sky had long since set and stars spattered across the deep blue ocean of a sky danced in and out of existance as they gazed down upon us. It would have been pitch black where we were standing if it were not for the gaping maw of open air which hung above the campfire. It created a tunnel straight up to the heavens."
He continues, "Looking back now I can only imagine that it must have been an enchante the woman was performing. Her voice seemed to infect the Dragon Priests like a ravenous plague among infants! Their eyes glazed over as they began to rock, twirl and twist to and fro, like marionettes upon a string. They all moved in unison bound by the subtle high pitches of her voice."
Leilond flashes a wide grin.
Leilond says to you, "You would have been infected too. She was quite beautiful, and she swayed her way into our circle around the campfire. Her lips were a devil's crimson and her skin was delicate and pale like a snowflower. Her cheeks and eyes were hinted with darkened plum, her flowing hair was as dark as the night sky and was adorned with various silvery things. She wore robes of pure white and overlapping silks of blood red, also adorn with silver. Her step was calm and controlled though it shifted quicker and then slow, as if she were the fire itself."
"She twirled along with the dark scaled lizards and one by one the Dragon Priests slumped to the floor accompanied by a soft cloud of dirt. With each warrior fallen I noticed a soft flash of light reflected by the campfire. It was a hidden blade that the women kept concealed which she had placed upon each one of their gullets. She moved in a trance the whole time it seemed."
Leilond smiles broadly and says, "She turned towards me a moment as I stared back at her from behind caged confinements, and then she revealed her disguise. The woman was actually a man! He threw down his deceptive dress robes and shook out his hair and announced himself to me as Kilke the True Bard, my savior. He helped me out of the cage and beckoned me to follow him. Through him, I was introduced to Silvyrfrost and was taught the ways of being a Bard. I will keep this page from out of one of his books forever as a reminder."
>look my tie
This very worn and faded piece of cloth, which has the likeness of a torn page out of a very big book, looks as though it could be ripped by even the slightest of ill movements. It is fairly long and designed to wrap around a portion of the hair. There is part of a signature on one of its ends.
There appears to be something written on it.
>read my tie
A cloth hair tie reads:
" ~Kilke "
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~Leilond
http://www.elanthipedia.com/wiki/Leilond
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