I, Caric, Bard of Highton, vibrant and alive as only a young bard can be, was traveling the high road to perform at the sun fair. A pack of wild beasts waylaid me on the road at dawn. The old chestnut about music soothing notwithstanding, I ran rather than sang, hid rather than fought. The beasts, like none I had seen before, passed me by, but left me confused and uncertain. What use my voice and strings if I cannot protect myself. And what strange creatures are abroad in daylight, so close to civilization?
But the fair awaits, and I must prepare myself to bring good cheer, despite the misgivings in my heart.