Michael nodded in exaggerated sincerity at the words the bard spoke, “Never let the name O’Shaughnessy be thought not honourable! Why I’ve saved dozens of kittens!”<br/><br/>Slapping the Bard playfully on the back, Michael smiled slightly as his eyes circled the bar quickly once more. Briefly was the little, furry head of Garrett, his weasel, visible before disappearing again somewhere in the many pockets of Michael’s clothing.<br/><br/>“It’s not a very interesting story really. I was adopted by our dear old dad when my natural parents died. I never knew them and grew up with me sister and me ‘ma. Raised proper traveler, I was. Course there comes a day when every man,” Michael paused briefly and nodded to the redhead next to him “and woman, has to venture out on their own and make their mark on the world. I was but a lost drifter looking for a beacon of hope when I received a letter.”<br/><br/>Michael’s voice rose dramatically as if retelling a grand tale of immense importance. He nodded to the bard before continuing, “Course the letter told me to come here and here I am, with you fine people.”<br/><br/>Michael finished his drink quickly before adding, “Appears we’re missing a sister though. Shouldn’t we catch her up? She may be headed the wrong way and I’d hate for her to miss the opportunity to kill something. Bit tightly wound that one eh?”