Mellamo

A tall man, dark and mysterious in appearance enters the room and takes a seat at the table directly in front of you.

You ask: "Who, or what are you stranger?"

The man pulls down his longcoat's hood, revealing his features to you, his grey eyes and dark hair catch your eye, such a rareity in an Elothean man.

The words "My name be Mellamo" utters out of the mouth of the Elothean man.

You ask: "You appear to be quite a mysterious man Sir, please, tell me your..."

Before you can finish he says: "Many donnae know my story, I shall share it with you upon one condition."

As you open your mouth to utter the words "What condition?"

He cuts in before a sound can escape your lips: "That you never repeat it to anyone."

You nod assuringly.

He begins his tale with: "It all begins long ago, I was still but an infant at the time. My parents loved and nurtured me, and did everything within their power to keep me safe, but to no avail. My dark eyes and hair instantly decided my future". "My parents, god bless their souls, kept me safe for almost two years... I was robbed from under my mother and father's watchful eyes and raised by an Elothean house known only as the Meylo Rensh'a. This house raised me within their walls, dark and stail is the best I can do to discribe it. I donnae remember ma parents, though I hold them in my heart, and they do me I'm sure.

"The Meylo Rensh'a schooled me in the darker arts, trained me to be an assassin, and a strong armed enforcer for The One. By "The One" I mean the Ferdahl. I did a good portion of the Ferdahl's dirty work, convincing high sitting poloticians and the like to vote a certain way, making the enemies of the Ferdahl dissapear, 'n the like."

"My life was nae my own, and I did these things outside of my best judgement. I didnae care for my position, and upon hearing of how I came to be of the Meylo Rensh'a it broke the last strand of straw, and I used my skills to escape their hold. I immediately downed a cloak to keep my appearance hidden, as to not draw attention from the Meylo Rensh'a. Once outside their control, I turned and began using my skills for the better good of the people, defending those that cannae defend themselves, I even joined the guild of Warrior Mages."

"There I have stayed for many years, and have prospered. I have even gone so far as to confronted the mad man, Vemrin, who founded the Meylo Rensh'a. Funny though, every time I saw him, he backed away from any conversation or business he had and walk away, only to vanish into thin air soon after. Perhaps there are secrets of the Meylo Rensh'a even I donnae know, some kind of passageways, or perhaps magic that allowed him to slip from my grasp. I could nae see him anywhere, even with my previous skills taught to me by the Meylo Rensh'a."

"I leave you with this, just remember... I can be anyone, or anywhere, so donnae have loose lips." The man pulls his longcoat's hood up to conceal his features once again and strides off a few feet into a small crowd. Your eyes strain to find him, but when the small crowd disperses, he is nowhere to be found...