Inquis “Blah!” Kssarh says. “Inquis ye wanna know about?” He ponders to himself, sorting his thoughts. “I suppose, if you really want to know about that worthless excuse for a mage, I’ll enlighten your tiny mind” he says. “From what I remember from Inquis’s ramblings, he was born in Shard to a father who was never around and a softspoken mother who did most of the raising.” Kssarh gazes off into the distance, then an amused smile comes to his face. “When Inquis was twenty-one, his mother sent him to Crossing with a few silver to start his life.” He grins. “He told me that he became a thief for a few weeks, but hating coming to the guild smelling of garbage.” Kssarh stares at you a moment, as if in a trance. He shakes it off, and mutters a few words. “I really don’t know why I’m even talking to you,” Kssarh grumbles. He shrugs and continues with the story. “Inquis has only one brother, Vegpo. He decided, for some strange reason, to become a bard! A bard! What in the name of Tezirah was he thinking?” Kssarh blinks a few times, then seems to settle down. “Some people…” he says to himself. “Inquis seems despondent whenever he sees a couple very much in love, completely absorbed in each other. Must have gotten burnt.” Kssarh’s eyes gaze off into the distance again and a name passes along his lips, yet too quiet and indefinite for you to hear him. His eyes snap back to you, and that constant frown returns to his face. “He loved his mother though…an empath she was. Now it seems every time he sees an empath that even vaguely resembles his mother, he can’t stand to be in the same room,” he says, snickering to himself. He continues, “A lot of pain resides in him, for a lot of unknown reasons.” Kssarh shrugs at you and says, “Some people make absolutely no sense at all.” He scowls at you and says, “If that’s all you want then get out of my sight!” |
Last Revised: 9/14/00 |