Description
A reptilian figure appeared in front of the stage of Neverwinter's most renowned inn. The creature drew various gazes—some curious and amazed, others suspicious and visibly dissenting. Accustomed to such looks, it raised its head in a gesture of superiority as it took its place on the platform. First, it tuned the lute and then began its introduction.
I see a sizable audience tonight, good. It will be an honor to narrate my latest tale for you. You see, I have traveled all along the Sword Coast, and not to boast, but I have also roamed the Forgotten Realms and various places. In each of these locations, I've encountered people who have shared many stories with me—some true, and others, well... charming legends for the little ones. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to tell you a story that seems to have occurred in a time without a precise location. I recall hearing it from a drow. Don't make those faces; they too, like us, have stories to tell. Oh, I realize I haven't introduced myself yet: I am Sharnei, not only a very talented bard but also, modestly, a lizardfolk who has always preferred the arts to the barbaric activities of my people. But let's begin this story, a tale of alliances, adventure, and rivalry. Allow me to present to you the 'Tale of the Chaos Heart'...