For the fist time in history!

The world will remember 3 people from each generation. the greatest hero, the greatest villain, and the greatest storyteller.
 
The Inn I was staying at after fleeing from one of the local churches that caught me in... an exaggeration. All thanks to the woman sitting across from me Lavinia Glo. The pain in my side as well as the (once) love of my life. However, her hatred for any truth slightly stretched is absolutely intolerable. A water Genasi devoted to putting out all the fires I start in people's hearts. After escaping from the last fall out from her exposing me in the last city, she had found me even after the long arm of the church Varell had fallen short.
 
She lectures me on settling down and getting a job as a potter or a fisher. telling me that everything I want could be right in front of me if only I would see it for what it is and not what I want it to be. But every night I think of how much more the world could be if I could show them not what is. but what it could be. A million possibilities that the world could take on if only a little imagination and adventure would find it's way into everyone's heart. The world and this woman deserve more than the cold reality.
 
leaving me to think about her lecture she tells me she will force reality on me as long as it takes....
 
The guild quest board stairs me in my downtrodden and exposed eyes. kill this, collect that.... get a job huh? I'll show her. not everyone's life is meant to be drab and predictable. a story that even she cannot refute. I drunkenly swager up to the quest board and rip the most dangerous and glorious quest I can see from the board. The world will have its storyteller. I will see to that!