The half-elf rises to his feet and sighs, putting his clothes in order. "Thank you for allowing me to speak, Y

The half-elf rises to his feet and sighs, putting his clothes in order. "Thank you for allowing me to speak, Your Grace. The story is not very exciting, certainly not as exciting as my tale of the drunken regatta within the Eye of Abendego! ... Yesterday, north of the city, I stumbled upon a dead boar. There was no one around, but the dagger was protruding from the miserable beast's neck. I don't know why the owner would have left it in the carcass. Perhaps the beast escaped from the hunter, taking along the weapon that had injured it? So I... inadvertently decided to keep the item I'd found, thanking my luck — and never suspecting the price I'd pay for it."