Authors note: I recently read a fanfic of how Bast and Kvothe met and I realized, although I liked the story, that I always imaged Bast coming to look for Kvothe. Here's my take of the story.
(If you are curios to the one that inspired me, you can find it here: s/7303837/1/, Thank you Cailin na hEireann)
Well, let us begin!
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Bast had left the Fae behind almost a year ago – to be fair it did bore him. Not that the magic wasn't wonderful or the mysteries mysterious but growing up there had made it normal. And normal was boring, at least to Bast. So he had ventured out into the mortal realm to find the wonders within. And he had loved it! For about a year, now it was boring. He did enjoy catching girls but it was fairly easy, him being from Fae and all, and even though it was a fair pastime it didn't always give him the satisfaction he sought.
He didn't know it then but he was chasing a meaning, a purpose. And as all good adventures starts so did this one – with a story.
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Bast had ventured in to a bar in the city of Tarbean . It was a filthy place in the Dockside part of town – but it suited Bast's mood and he wouldn't mind a few bar fights tonight. As he was on his second drink the whole place quieted down and he looked around confused.
"Perhaps you have heard of Kvothe the Arcane and Kvothe the Bloodless. But have you heard the story of Kvothe the Trouper?" A voice in the far corner said, the sound of his voice easily traveling through the whole bar. Bast felt a tickle of recognition at the mention of the name "Kvothe", it sounded so familiar but he couldn't place it. Looking around again, he now noticed the children that had gathered around the Storyteller, they were digging in their purses and he realized that they were paying for drinks for the Storyteller. He dug in his purse and stepped up to the bar placing a whole silver talent on top of the disk. The children looked stupefied and he winked at them.
"Why, thank you, young man!" The Storyteller said and looked at him. And then he really looked, and saw. He saw Bastas, the faeling, the hooves and the eyes. Bast was surprised – not many manlings knew how to see through a glamour. The Storyteller smiled. "You are a long way from home..." He left out the word "faeling" but Bast heard it clear as day.
"Well, we ran out of stories back home and I had to go catch some new ones!" he said.
"There is no such thing as running out of stories, in fact there is only One story.." The children started to fidget nervously, waiting for the story. "But.. That's a tale for a different day." The Storyteller said seeing them. "Have a seat, my friend and I will tell you how the Great Kvothe came to be."
Bast nodded and went back to his seat.
"Not that long ago, because Kvothe is a hero of this age and a young one at that, a traveling troupe made it's way through Commonwealth."