Tales of Shakir
Prologue - Flower sprung from curiosity.
A strange delight from the delicacy and pure smell was the Senchal's bazaar food. It was a welcome addition, the citizens used to putrid smells were surprised with the exquisite wonders of this once great city.
It was Shakir; he came befallen with a scratched ear, a broken tooth smile, ragged clothing, high grade swords and bows and a heavy bag that he carried on his back. He had come back the night before, offering free foreign food from the highest of towers, to the forests of Morrowind. This was not easily refused by the Senchal's Merchants, for greediness always welcomed charity.
Shakir was back from his journey, he was weary and glad. For he had not seen his birthplace in countless winters. It was a surprise to him that he was back at all, for the journey he took was full of perilous and dangerous elements eager to scavenge his mangled corpse.
Instead it was this day, the markets were singing and giggling all thanks to Shakir, he sat down on a crate, commissioned by one unhappy, humble merchant. Cubs ran around surrounding Shakir laughing and playing with wooden swords. One peculiar cub glanced at him with glowing eyes. His void with knowledge was to be filled.
Shakir could see his ambition, and was glad for it. Telling tales was an enjoyable hobby one that he felt should never be ignored.
The little cub asked:
"Shakir, Shakir, Why did you leave?"
All the cubs jumped around the little cub suddenly shrieking and yelling:
"Yeah, Yeah, Shakir, Tell us! Please! Why'd ya leave?"
For that was an interesting topic of the town, Shakir was always considered a thief or a petty criminal, living on the streets can only create harsh rumors. This all changed when his acts were heard back in the city. He had become a hero in the city, loved by all. His past buried behind him. No one still knew why he had left.
Shakir looked at the cubs, he took out an apple from his pouch and began chewing.
The cubs still looked eager for knowledge and answers.
He grinned and threw away the half eaten apple as his stories began. A loud uproar was heard from the cubs as they scrambled around to hear his tales...
"I'll tell you the whole thing, little ones."