Prologue: A Shinny Penny

Each chapter is about one group out of the main cast, this is the introduction to Theoen a down on his luck, and admittedly terrible, street musician

The tiny man marvelled at how brightly the coin glimmered in the fading light and wandered how many days worth of work it was worth. He started counting on his fingers but couldn't get higher then 10, and to think someone just casually threw it into his hat while they were walking by. Carefully hiding the precious gold piece in his boot Theoen quickly packed up his make-shift stage and scurried off towards the tavern.

“Maybe I'm finally getting good at this stupid instrument,” wondered the little half-man as he eyed his lute. “Oh well, at least this should be more than enough to pay off my bar tab.”

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even see the elf coming and walked straight into the fairy knocking them both over.

“Watch where your going you stupid little squeek” Snarled the city elf, ears twitching in anger. Theoen couldn't help but show his irritation at being called a squeek causing the offender to crack a smile at his targets discomfort.

“Aren't you daisy chewers supposed to have good eyes” rebutted Theoen, not able to stop himself from insulting the vegan fairy. He realised his mistake the instant the first mana drop feel from the elf's mouth.

“What did you call me!?!” screamed the elf who's voice had gone from his races usual wistful turning deeper as his spit started turning blue.

“Crap” Theoen thought “Of all the people I could run into in this city I had to go and piss off a mage” quickly looking the fairy up and down as he scrambled to his feet trying to figure out what kind of spell was about to head his way “No spellbook so he's probably not a wizard, he got angered to easily so I doubt he's a sorcerer, and the clear complexion rules out dragon adept so that leaves ...” not even needing to finish the thought Theoen began sprinting away just as the first purple blast shot down at where he was standing a second ago “of course he's a warlock” doubling his pace as he weaved through the crowded street.

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