Heirot

Delarthil, a traveling mage, was resting underneath a tree. He suddenly was awoken by quite possibly the most horrible singing he had heard in his entire life. He looked from under his hood at the bard as he was passing by. Finally he said, "I don't mean to sound mean, but could you please stop singing?"

Delarthil smiled, "It is, isn't it? I can see why you would wish to sing."

Delarthil got up, gripping his staff. He saw the figure and readied himself, "It's not nature that's doing this...This is of magical nature...and I think this person's causing it."

Del could tell that this person was definately a user of magic...but perhaps not of good. Perhaps a warloc or an evil wizard. Whichever this person was, Delarthil would not let this person hurt them. "We mean you no harm, stranger. I'd appreciate if you got rid of your magic, however. Either that or I can get rid of it myself."

((James, is that you?))

(OMG!!IT IS YOU! LOL! Sorry, I didn't know at first. Welcome to Heirot, dude!.)