Minstrel from Another Mother
Wait, wait, wait. Aren't you...
Yes, I thought so. Forename Surname, correct? You've been keeping very busy if all the rumors are to be believed.
Hmm? Why are you staring at me with such intensity? Pray tell, have I said something to offend you?
|How in the seven hells did you wind up in this world?||You can cross the rift. You of all people...|
Judging by your cryptic comments I gather I bear a resemblance to someone you know? But I can assure you that we have never met before, you and I.
Don't believe me? Then let us be friends. The more you learn about me, the more you will come to realize how different I am from this other “me”.
I am a wanderer by trade, but a minstrel at heart. A keeper of tales, a singer of songs, a preserver of forgotten truths. Yet in defiance of my itinerant nature, I have elected to remain here for a time and compose new works.
You being a traveling sinner, I'm sure you've seen your share of adventures. Such stories often serve as the best sort of inspiration. Perhaps I could persuade you to regale me with one or two?