He once was a child of a small village where most of the people hated the idea of both foolish ideas and battle. So when forte was born he was a bit of a hiccup in this place, he loved music and heroic stories. Too bad, because of his joys he was seen as a joke, the only friend he had was the local town drunk.
He learned this trade from him because he felt bad for him, and because of this friendliness he thought of the drunk as a master of his.
Years of this caused the bard to be looked as bad as the very drunk himself, but the drunk, whom was now getting sick of him, pointed his way to Obsidian Bay.
He hopes this place doesn’t kick him out as well.