My name is Rayna Bristlebeard and this is my story: I lived with my parents until my 40th
year when Ring Bristlebeard came into the shop they owned. There I had learned to brew the potions that
we sold to the magic folk who came along. The minute I looked at Ring I knew he
was the one for me and it was the same with him. Ring and I planned to run away, even tried to
one night, but my parents had hidden my holy symbol and taken my boots. We went anyway, but there were too many
spies in our little town for us to get far. They watched me more closely after
that. After they saw how things were
with Ring and me my parents sent me away to the temple to continue as a
cleric. While I waited for him I used
the time to learn all that I could. I knew he would come and after 2 years of
searching he found me. We were gone by
morning. We fled the town of my birth
and never returned. I do not tell you
its name.
We were happy but always struggling for what we needed to
live. He heard of work in Ashmont and
took a job on a caravan headed there to earn enough for me to join him. I was taking in laundry to earn enough to
live on. Six months after Ring left a
kinsman of his passed through Ashmont and brought word that he was doing well
and had saved almost enough to come for me.
That is the last I heard of him. After
another six months and I hired on cooking for a caravan on its way to
Ashmont. They were not honest folk, but
that’s another story. I could find no
word of him in Ashmont and will continue to search in the area until I can find
some trace.
I know that if Ring could return to me he would. He is either held captive or dead. I would know his fate and his manner of dying
and see that his bones rest in the way of our people.