[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

The tiefling listened to the bard's tale with interest, nodding on occasion as she spoke. This story was quite interesting to him: for most of his life, the stories he'd been told were effectively restricted to those around the elders, their accomplishments, and the suffering they underwent in the great cities of the southern lands. Yet, the only time he was able to learn something of other creatures and races was through secondhand whispers, from those who did trade and bartered for goods with the local cities. Of course, outsiders were rarely allowed much interaction with the tribe beyond the elders, and for them it was entirely business with no room for leisurely chats or stories...

When Valna finished her story, Kythor gave a nod of approval. [i][color=beige]"Certainly,"[/color][/i] he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands together. [i][color=beige]"I'd say that was worth the silver. I must say, it's kind of a shame that the city itself's been reduced to, well... not even ruins, from the sound've it,"[/color][/i] Kythor added. [i][color=beige]"Sounds like Orishaar mostly lives on through stories, hm?"[/color][/i]