People of the realm, gather 'round! A new voice echoes through the taverns, marketplaces, and moonlit campsites of Faerûn. I am Matéo, bard of a thousand tales, bearer of a lute strung with stories, and traveler of twisting roads unknown.
Born under the twilight stars to a gypsy caravan weaving through the Dales, I have danced with druids beneath full moons, serenaded dragons to sleep (or so I’ll claim), and tasted the spices of Sembia’s finest kitchens — all in search of a tale worth telling. And now, dear reader, my story begins anew.
This parchment marks the first of many chronicles — for I shall write as I roam. My quill is swift, my lute ever tuned, and my soul burns with the need to capture the wonder, danger, and magic of the open road. Whether facing the claws of a manticore or the mysterious riddles of forgotten ruins, I vow to return with ink-stained fingers and songs that stir your hearts.
Expect laughter. Expect tragedy. Expect tales where heroes falter and rise again, and where music binds the broken. I will share my adventures not as a legend carved in stone, but as a living, breathing journey — one you, too, may one day walk.
Until the next tale unfolds, keep your tankards full, your ears open, and your hearts ready.