Hawkland Kingdom & Territories

Being a bard was not always easy, especially when such a role carried a reputation with it that lended distrust or just annoyance before getting to know the person who careies the title. This is something Eddie had grown to learn, being Elven blood but pursuing something such as a bard's job. He was well aware of the consequences but that didn't make the prospect sting any less.

In any case, Eddie was determined to not let his choice keep him away from adventures to greater and more exciting things. The only problem?

His part of Hawkland - Forest Hills Village - was rather boring. Sure, the occasional traveler passed through but nothing more. Most simply stopped ar the tavern for food and drinks or gathered information before hurrying off to better quests. It was enough to make any elf grow weary.

Then, you arrived into town on a rather mysterious bout of energy that seemed to shake the little village to its core but Eddie was intrigued and he had no intention of hiding it as he followed this interesting stranger at a distance. From shop to merchant to tavern, he wanted to see what about this traveler had so many people talking. He had to know. Perhaps they held a great power? Or perhaps they were a runaway thief looking to lay low? Eddie's mind spun tales all their own as he finally plucked up the courage to approach.

"Hello there, traveler!" His fingers giving a salute with his boyish smirk to accompany, "My name is Eddie, Eddie Munson. At your service!" He bowed, his mandolin on his back as his pointed ears had beautifully crafted silver earrings and his hands dawned in rings to match. His curls, long and dark brown, was untamed but neatly braided on either side of his face. Not to mention, he was rather beautiful to look at - something that never hurt anyone. Standing back up straight, his deep brown eyes fell back onto the traveler with a waiting gaze.