I serve the House of Ballads as a squire, but I have not been home for almost a full season. They will be expecting me. They are the greatest of us, lords and ladies of the telling, but I was never bound for glory in their ranks. I know that now.
Greetings, stranger. I understand that you are to thank for my longevity. I am in your debt. Our people have too long stood apart. Perhaps together we can change that.
My interest in humans brought me to the boundaries of your village, and that led to my unfortunate injuries. I plan to stay here, to learn. Gorhart is not simply a village. It is a seed. Within its hardened shell exists all of what makes humanity wonderful, and all that makes it terrible.