Redtail Rise diminuendo

It was a question he imagined he would hear plenty with the position he held.

So he flexed his toes in thought. Uncertain of the best way to tell tales to the bard. Perhaps he would make musical stories out of them.

I was born into the time of one. My father fought, but it was over by the time my siblings and I would have been able to participate anyway. He did not think that it counted entirely, but the answer was still important all the same.

Little did I know my time would come so soon. My age was somewhere between my first and second winter when I witnessed war firsthand.

Young, healthy. Prophet had been expected to fight.

He remained in thoughtful silence for a moment. Wondering if the bard might ask something specific about war.