Once upon a time, 32 years ago in fact, a Tiefling was born in a shabby, worn down cottage on one of the darkest alleys in Neverwinter. The Mother of this boy, a professional seer, often came home late, drunken and smelling terribly of drunken humans. Therefore, the boy took care of himself. He scouted through the streets during the day and climbed on roofs in the dark of the night. He was happy with his small life, maybe because he liked it that way, maybe because he knew no better. And he enjoyed nothing more than the sounds of notes being interwoven into the most beautiful harmonies by minstrels and bards throughout the city. Yet one thing pushed its way to the forefront of his mind: he was utterly alone. Upon this realisation he began wondering. Were people always as singled? It did not appear so, many of them seemed to even have fixed groups. When he tried to ask his mother, she started yelling at him. There was no time for such foolish thoughts, who would need others? But when he left the still shouting woman behind in their cottage, he noticed she too was crying. The next day a new thought arose: humans, elves and dwarfs all alike seemed to actively avoid him, rather than just did not notice!
There was one exception to this rule though. For some time now, the boy was having another occupancy during the evening hours: in front of an inn only two blocks away, a Half-Elf was playing the most beautiful music the 12-year old had ever heard. One Evening, this woman called him to her after her performance, she had noticed his reoccurring attention and was curious. Anataea and the young Tiefling noticed at once, that they shared a deep passion for music and melodic harmony. During the next months, she became his best friend and started teaching him the bardic ways. After a while, he chose to expand his given name to Morthos "Art", to describe in one syllable this deepest of his passions. Anataea cared for the boy more than any being ever had. She introduced him to her acquaintances, who extended their profession to certain services for richer men in aquiring goods and information through... unconventional ways. Yet Art learned, that such acts might be necessary to keep your friends well fed and even safe.
Over the last couple of years, life in the alleyways of Neverwinter became ever so much harsher, as people started to disappear. The small group surrounding Anataea dwindled fast. They had to do something. Someone needed to fetch help from more influential people to stop these losses. When Anataea bade Art to keep his eyes and ears wide open for help and possibly set out on such an adventure, he eagerly agreed.
And with this, my story only begins to unfold.