Chaotic Curiosity

Collection of letters

Benjamin's POV

Your Grace,
it hasn't come to my ears you are going to hear of my little presence.
The mountains are cold,
My strumming fingers should be dead.
Not taking your invite would be bold
My only wish is a warm bed.
With honor, I would stroll back to the north
But as my band is settled in all taverns
Our coin we get from the dwarves
I could only come with my poor manners.

Your Grace,
Getting a letter from you, oh dear
It sings to my ear.
Your invite is so delight
It makes me shift, I might-

My band is settling in any taverns
I could only bring my poor manners.
We get our coin from the drunken dwarves
The snow falling heavy, looking up north.

-pack in the speed of light
The sun will warm my back, so bright.
I will take the ride in many long days
Down the endless road might as well take a race.

Only in a moon, I shall bow, your grace
we spend money and time in this place.
The festival is slowly dying down
I must wait, waiting with a frown

Let me question, how is the dukes hatch?
With high status, it must be a match.
I wonder, Would you care to write?
I will wait with all my patient, (not) my might.

The poet, the writter
Benjamin

Oh my, Philip

A hawk! I hear someone scream.
A hawk! Following the noise, wondering what they mean.
A hawk I say, sitting at my window staring at me with a letter around their claw.
A big surprise, I must say.
My band is cheering and crying about me writing letters. I never used the art of ink and paper, not that it matters.
Reading your words with an obvious smile. I got to our desk with parchment piles.
The quill is scratching, the ink is flooding. I try to write as fast as my hands are shaking while my friends are bugging.

Now,
I never drew pictures about you in my head
A duke position, which was never wanted, would drive me mad.

Times have been crazy, crazy indeed.
Earning so much coin from the festival, more than we need.
But of course, a Bard says never no to money.

Whatever you've heard from the festival, they are right.
To make it easy for you, I tell you everything in detail without my poetic rhymes. Has been hard for me to write.
It went for 7 days a week, which of course was wild. Four statues they presented, with glamorous shapes and cravings, but the eyes completely silent of any life. We have Kirina, our halfling queen. She ruled the group, the city, the world, in many eyes of our ancestors. At her statue, the story has been told. Which I of course participate without any permission. A Bard must keep his vision!
Then there was Sølva, the two-faced Satyr in the group. He didn't play much in the story but had the biggest mouth yet to shut. The hunters seemed to like him, why they performed their dogs and beast, with riffles, sometimes hearing a shot.
Viscount, the most handsome one, was a Centaur. With his majestic hair in detail and this massive chest of his, he was the proudest one even above our Queen. I don't remember what part he played in the story, I must say listening to the half-elf guy was a pain, but around the centaurs, place was a nice market. With lots of good to spend our money. Last but not least, my favorite place of all at this festival, Manut, my warrior. He was a Zyklop, a one-eyed creature, tall and muscular building. His area was meant to fit his character. Loud music, tons of food, and tents for parties. We stayed there two nights in a row before Stubhorn, a group member, got kidnapped.
At least that is what he told us how he got into the brothels tent.
The whole festival was mostly for the Legends to remember. But like every young traveler, everyone after a few nights wants to get sober. A few things happened here. Beasts were getting out of control, the arcade was completely robed, Scholars were kept hostage in a library... Everything seemed fun from some other point of view. I only got the rumors from them.
But I admit, I stepped in some shit.
Now that is for some other time to tell, I rather tell you those things in person, If I may.
Coming now to my family, which you only have seen but never really met. We're a group of five, two tall women and three short boys. Mina, our leader, is looking over my shoulder, so don't mind my choice of words.
Let's start with her. Mina, age unknown, is our mother. Not bear mother of course. She keeps the group together, plans our routes and places to stay. We trust her with all we have, her voice brings us forward.
Then let's get over to Stubhorn. The second oldest. He is a little mess. You wouldn't be guessing he is someone we should trust. Even his disguise as a mostly tired, chill, maybe even homeless man, he is full of surprises. Mina doesn't like him to take over much of our plans. But he is mischievous and I'm always in for scams. He sometimes sings but is mostly for the flute. Sometimes even steals Rogers violin from time to time.
Roger or also called Robert - there's a funny story to his names - is like I said our gnome for violins. He is extremely fun and probably the most chaotic. Though he looks older than all of us, he is kinda the middle child - being well over 30-. He's also the most scarred one of us and will screech at any sudden movement. Don't underestimate him though. If somebody gives him a wrong look, he will be the first and last to throw fists. Well. At least with everybody except for ladies. Even ladies like Delià, our half-orc sister. She is tough and very scary. Plays the drum and is our deep background voice. (deeper than I will ever get)
I do believe you can have a very nice chat with her. At least from what I see how she talks to Mina, it currently seems like she is the nicest person on earth. But she likes to pick on the short ones. So all of us, except for our leader.
And there's me. The second shortest and very youngest in age and participating in this group. I love them dearly and wouldn't want ever to get rid of them. If you have any questions about the group, ask right away. But of course not about the leader. She is still looking.
Now that the ink is running for too long, I might as well come to a stop. Now it's my turn to ask questions.
How many siblings do you have? Since when are/were you a ranger and how did you get to be one? Have you ever fought beasts in the woods? Do you like morning walks in the Forest? Can you even go out with so much Dukes work? Have you ever thought of going to forest Walltes - not that we stay there much longer-?

The youngest bard
Benjamin

Ps: I hope Vos is reaching you safely. Stubhorn and Roger have been feeding your hawk too much of Delià reserved meat.