The Power of Song.

As an infant Arelad was abandoned, a product of rape and shunned for his human blood. As luck would have it, a traveling merchant found him and dropped him off at a nearby orphanage. His life there was a cruel one, often bullied and ostracized for his elven features. Once he was old enough he began to leave the orphanage and sneak about town watching the townsfolk. He would very rarely speak to any of the people, he just liked to observe them. Then one fateful evening he heard music while he was sneaking across a rooftop. He paused a moment and considered his options. He could tell that the music was coming from the local tavern and he knew to stay away from there. The drunks could often get violent when they caught him sneaking about. On the other hand, the music was incredibly enticing, and he always was a curious one. So he scrambled his way along the rooftops until he was perched on the edge of the roof nearest to the tavern. He watched and listened a moment, ensuring he would not be seen. Once he felt safe he hopped down and scampered into a barrel underneath a window. Lifting the lid a little, he was able to see inside the tavern. What he saw enthralled him, for it was another half-elf! Only this one was being watched and cheered on by the crowd... And the music he was producing! Arelad had never heard anything like it. He could almost see strands of sound reaching out and caressing the audience, but surely that must be his imagination? The music stirred something deep within him, a longing he didn't know he had. He felt a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. As he listened, he made a decision to pursue this elusive feeling of acceptance and unity through music, like the performer before him. And with that resolve, Arelad began to plan his own path towards embracing his heritage and discovering the power of his own unique voice.