Leylindee, the Half-Elf bard

By Pildor, bard and author of Dr Nichtgutwestrollzeehochbaumacher, "The Rainbow-Maker from the Evil Western Ocean", 8712 pages volume, published by Zum Gelf, Armstallmenchgutloch, low price).

Needless to say you cannot compare the innate skill of a Gnome bard and the efforts that the Elves, these wretched and uneducated creatures from the woods, can show. It becomes even worse when this applies to a Half-Elf, and absolutely hopeless when we talk about Half-Elf females. They should definitely wipe their pots and children clean instead! We have no choice but to salute the courage, or maybe it was just recklessness, of this woman who decided she would become the best bard of this poor Half-Elf people: Leylindee.

Yes indeed, I am talking about the one who gave her name to this place: Leylindee, Hendi, Leylindee’s Eye. Does the name originate from her beautiful eyes, or from the round pond we can find there? Go figure... The ways of Half-Elf poetry are sometimes strange. They will never be able to sing the virtues of swamp peat like us Gnomes can.

Anyway, Leylindee wasn’t an amazing beauty, even by the highly questionable Half-Elf standards. But she desperately tried to find some bloke to marry, using her voice and strength of spirit. This is preposterous, when we think that potential Half-Elf husbands are mostly interested in their future wife’s sewing and cooking abilities.

Leylindee managed to pull some strings somehow, and eventually met Circeliane the Immortal, the Muse of all, and she learnt each and every secret she knew. Despite this, her songs and chants remained desperately dull. Rumour says she hid her magical items in different places, but it is hard to imagine someone wanting to dig them up, because...

I beg your pardon? Someone is waiting for me at the door? An admirer?... A young brunette with a resolute look you say? For an autograph? No? Say it again? She is part of what!? Of the Circle of the Half-Elf Friends of Leylindee! Is there a backdoor in your inn? No? Erm...

Hello miss! It’s a pleasure meeting an adept of...

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