Zygmund

"So you vish to know a little bit about me?" the human Paladin chuckles and eases himself down upon the hammock as he talks. He removes the large barrel helm from his head and attempts to straighten out his black, pepper streaked, hair. His fingers tug playfully at the droopy mustache that graces his face. Each time he does so, his steel-gray eyes sparkle as if he is laughing.

"Virzt of all, my name is Zygmund. Az you may be able to tell by my ack-zent, I am not originally from arround here. I came to theze lands..." he pauses to reflect, wincing as he counts back the years, "about eight or so yearz ago. I waz zee Ambassador to zee Frontier, sent by my Emperor to assess and explore theze wild lands.

"I have enjoyed my duties, only returning to my homelandz once in thoze eight yearz." This time his pause is a little longer, and his glance eastward seems to seek some place upon the far horrizon. The pain in his eyes is quickly erased by a warm smile "Ven I returned, I vaz no longer ambassador. But this vaz a good thing. For I, now free of foreign chainz, could gladly give my all to theze lands and zee people I have come to love.

"I am a simple soldier who vould fain one day be considered a writer. If you are looking vor me, ask Praise: she usually knows where I'm hiding. If you are vishing a discussion in philosophy, zee meaning of honor, or in zee arts of Elanthia, I am alvayz willing to lend an ear." His fingers curl into his mustache and give a tug, "Perhapz I can even show you how to play Wake zee Dragon."

Last Revised: 06/17/03