Ah, it feels proper to plant my books back on solid ground! Masquerading as a soldier was an interesting intermission, but dancing with the winds as a glider connoisseur was most thrilling, I believe!
Still, deep down, I remain a humble minstrel — a slave to the melody that bleeds from my aching heart! Yes, I declare: T'was the urge to create that brought me back — so says my newly discovered fear of vultures. They haunt not only the heights 'round my former outpost, but my dreams, as well...no matter!
I've returned to the love of my life: music! And thus, my mistress demands I try my luck at the Lord's court! I hear the fellow's got good taste and a sharp tongue for those who offend it. I may either join in his banquet, or range of hunting trophies — but worry does not suit me. Besides, danger to a daring bastard like a raindrop on a rose. It simply sweetens the eve.
