Welcome all to the story of my life...
My name as many remember it is Simon Torbelle, properly Simonvelor Armatsu Torbelle. Darn those fancy folk of the woods, my mother be one of them. My father on the other hand was a sensible man of the city. Never worked an honest day in his life, but worked his fair share of unhonest ones. Tought me everything i know, well everything usefull that is. My mother did try to teach me a bit of that magik stuff, but to this day i\'ve found no use for it, save entertaining small chidren. Ah, but i wander.
I was born among a group of traveling folk, we would go from city to city putting on a show the likes of which have not been seen this side of the plane since. My father always saw to it that we left each city with more than our ticket taking though. I learned from a young age my fathers craft. When I had seen the seasons change six times it had become my duity to find loose purse strings, and take said purses for repair, and a little weight adjustment. As I got older I learned the way of the rope. Not a man I\'ve met can walk a rope like I. It was a nice change to be the distraction for a while, but I soon hungered for more involvement in the family business.
I belive the seasons had passed sixteen times when my father finally saw my hunger. He took me out of the show that evening. and told me this.
\"I have hidden in this audiance my favorite sword,\" he began, \"find it and it is your. Then your real training will begin.\"
A chalenge like this was exactly what I was waiting for. I had until the show ended to find this sword, and the show was packed. I started looking at once. Being careful not to be seen I began checking all the swords i found, I passed over many that seemed too plain. I found one that I though might fit, and I brought it to my father. Looking at my find he said simply
\"Thats a nice one, but it\'s not mine. Now go and replace it before it\'s missed\"
So I did as my father asked. And then I found another. This one I also brought to him, and again he sent me back. This occured many times, I even began to bring him swords I had passed over, then sword like weapon, blunt weapons, and anything else I could think of a way to attack with. Finnaly I brought to him a walking staff, that seemed to me a simple piece of wood. But to my suprise my father smiled at me, and without a word pulled from within the staff a hidden blade. He then gave the sword to me, and to this day I remeber it\'s lesson well. Not all in this world is as it seems.
Ahh there is much more to tell, but my eyes grow weary. Perhaps I\'ll tell you more another time.
