Aldinio Wonderful Silly Happy Pretty Valdenae had an unusual childhood, as you might expect. As the son of a wealthy elven poet, he spent many an hour listening to his father spin words upon words upon words for audiences across the far reaches of Thera. As the son of a goldgrubbing human whore, he spent just as many hours watching drunkards spin less flattering, but equally interesting, words for his mother. Young Aldinio became used to his father's constant traveling around the world and much of the world traveling through his mother's room. He also became used to the effect his own words had on women, young and old alike. Aldinio knew he had to leave his current life behind to leave his own mark on the world, and possibly the bottoms of a few choice women. Late one night, as his father's troupe passed through Timaran, Aldinio Wonderful Silly Happy Pretty Valdenae slipped into the night, a lark awaiting the break of day.
[reply to Ceridwel]