<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TsQFAgc.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Rain Windsong</span></strong></span><br/>Human Bard 1<br/>[Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490788)<br/><hr/>Rain had been away from Candlekeep for a little over a month.  Every now and then, it was good to get away from the Keep with its volumes of books, endless stories, halls of dusts and oddities, wizards and Archmages, students and masters, Avowed, Seekers, and Readers, and all the other folk who dwelt within the formidable walls and arcane wards.  The denizens of Candlekeep so often became completely enraptured by their various studies that they often forgot about the outside world.  It was her job, possibly even responsibility, to keep the people abreast of the happenings beyond their walls, even if the Keeper was more interested in the knowledge contained within.<br/><br/>A minstrel and entertainer, she was accustomed to life on the road.  Every person a friend, not yet met, and every night a new place.  Except for when she came to Candlekeep.  It was the closest to a home she had.  She knew the people's names, and those of their family.  Familiar faces greeted her at nearly every turn.  Not to mention the luxuries of the bath, or the audience she could entertain and mesmerize in the Hearth with nothing more than lute and voice.<br/><br/>It was with those thoughts that she approached the front gates guarded by the five Avowed priests of Deneir and found a line, of sorts, had formed.  It wasn't too uncommon to discover pilgrims at the front gate waiting upon the verdict of whether their "gift" was acceptable to the hoarders of knowledge within.  Most days Rain would simply pass by, present her offering and enter when allowed.  This day, however, she found a curiosity which intrigued her, and after a few minutes of friendly chatter, she decided upon an act of charity which held an outside promise of paying off two-fold.<br/><br/>She paid the entrance fee for the Warrior's Fair and offered her services as their guide.  When she learned the travelers sought Matreous' council, Rain knew but one within who could likely assist.  Ellindra had, on occasion, conversed with the bard about magic, rhythm, and verse.  Not that Rain's magic was comparable to that of a wizard, much less the Archmages; though, through the woman's inquiries a sort of friendship had formed.  Once the introduction to the female wizard had been made, Rain simply tailed along like an adopted puppy.  She had caught the scent of a story; if not a full blown adventure, and though she had yet had her bath or feasted and played at the Hearth, there was none alive better to put to prose the tale of these fierce Northern women.<br/><br/>Outside Matreous' study, she waved idly at Aramis and Twin.  She stepped into the office, but briefly, and then retreated back out when the owner was found to be not home.  A crimson colored brow lifted curiously when the two apprentices began to search their master's workspace.  Over her time here, she'd often heard snippets of conversation about dimensional pockets.  She'd even had a wizard, or two, attempt to educate her, no doubt in an attempt to impress, about the various complexities of such spaces.  She likely had changed the topic, or possibly even dozed off, each and every time.<br/><br/>Her lute, still upon her back, since she'd yet to find her room and unsaddle herself of her traveling pack, was quickly swung around and she began to pluck a tune idly as she waited for something to happen.   With wizards around something always seemed to happen.  She felt that might be a universal rule when it came to their ilk.  That and, no matter how handsome one was, they, as a whole, were universally peculiar.