The Tale of Qyl



::: Sitting in a darkened corner of the Ladel Bar an' Grill, the elder scribe looks up at his companion seat'd across the table, shakes his head uncertainly, an' says in a low whisper... :::

A biography? My life story? I'm not too sure of the wisdom in this...

::: Noting his companions hand signal of recognition of the secret phrase, Qyl nods... :::

If the council says so... but...

::: He lets the objection hang between them like a fresh kill for a moment... Then drinks from his ale stein an' continues... :::

I was born in Salt View, in the Mekillot Mountains... My parents were run away slaves that settle there an' were accept'd due to my mother's gift for healing... My fathers talents were in the theater, which Salt View is famous for...

I lived many happy years there, an' travel'n to the nearby towns an' cities when the theater troupe made it's rounds... I learn'd much of healing as well, help'n mom with what injure'd as we'd come 'cross... It was a happy life... Till the Templars caught up with us...

I was nay more'n 14 years at the time... they came sweepin' inta the tavern we were lodge'd at an' 'round'n up anyone that look'd "slave-ish" as they said... Dad tol' me quick away ta play the fool... an' escape when they let down thier guard... So I douse'd meself in ale an' slur'd me words... Sure 'nough, they kept barely a half eye on me as they led us inta the street... I'da made me way clear of em, but dad want'd tqa be sure... So he jumps one to attract attention... I'd not let him sacrafice in vain so I's off like a shot, figurin' mom ta be close ahind... But she wouldn't leave him...

::: Pause'n over his drink, he takes another swallow from his mug... :::

Well... anyways... I ran... an' kept ran'n... I stow'd 'way in a caravan fer a bit... Wander'd aimlessly... Musta been like that fer 2 years or more... Till I met an ol' hermit in wastes... He teaches me readin', write'n an' the like... An' I cook an' clean fer him... He was a good man, ol' Quill was...

Anyways, I buried Quill 15 years later... He was dead at the time so I thought it best... An' I wander'd back inta the "civalized" world... That's where I met Knot Tu... An' was introduced to the Alliance... But that's another story fer another time...