Tomas’s fingers danced in perfect tandem over the strings of his lute. It was a calming song, yet there were times that Tomas had used this tune as he told stories of brave dragons from centuries past. Unlike a certain other Storyteller, Tomas prided himself on making his tales interesting with dramatic flourishes and musical accompaniment. One always got more attention from an audience that way, especially when they were young and their attention had to be grabbed.

“Once upon a time, in an age of wonder and mystery. A foul beast plagued the land, this beast was known to place a terrible curse upon all who witnessed it!”

Tomas stamped his foot down while playing a frightening sould with his lute.

“Oh, yes that was perfectly timed. I bet I’ll cause a scare or two with that!”

Tomas laughed to himself as he sat upon a ledge looking down upon the Artisan Homeworld. He was one who secluded himself when he needed time to work on new routines or songs or lyrics for his art. This was one such time. Anyone who truly knew him though, knew this was a spot he often came to for such things.

One person who knew Tomas well was Nestor who had always taken care of the Artisans ever since he became leader. Tomas couldn’t even begin to recount how much he owed to the leader of the Artisans. As he had been growing up, Tomas had been unsure if he belonged with the Artisans due to not finding a talent easily. Nestor had been there to help, and offered guidance which Tomas needed. He had even been the one to help create the lute that Tomas carried with him everywhere.