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| − | Grimhildur "Silver Ears" is the current Lyric of Mist. He's likely to hold that title for at least another century, as he is of full moon elf blood and one of the very few to have been born in the Northern Islands. He tells a tale with such skill and panache that kings have wept and legends (or at least he) tell of once holding a demon captive to his story. He is aged at nearly six hundred years old, now barely five feet tall with deep lines on his narrow but friendly face. His age is no deterrent to his chasing the ladies, however; his reputation as a flirt is nearly as entrenched as his love of gambling and bawdy poetry. | + | Grimhildur "Silver Ears" is the current Lyric of [[Mist]]. He's likely to hold that title for at least another century, as he is of full moon elf blood and one of the very few to have been born in the Northern Islands. He tells a tale with such skill and panache that kings have wept and legends (or at least he) tell of once holding a [[demon]] captive to his story. He is aged at nearly six hundred years old, now barely five feet tall with deep lines on his narrow but friendly face. His age is no deterrent to his chasing the ladies, however; his reputation as a flirt is nearly as entrenched as his love of gambling and bawdy poetry. |
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Grimhildur "Silver Ears"
Grimhildur "Silver Ears" is the current Lyric of Mist. He's likely to hold that title for at least another century, as he is of full moon elf blood and one of the very few to have been born in the Northern Islands. He tells a tale with such skill and panache that kings have wept and legends (or at least he) tell of once holding a demon captive to his story. He is aged at nearly six hundred years old, now barely five feet tall with deep lines on his narrow but friendly face. His age is no deterrent to his chasing the ladies, however; his reputation as a flirt is nearly as entrenched as his love of gambling and bawdy poetry.
