Guillaume: Free Drinks for everyone, Interlude

at the mention of the hunt, guy reminisces of the good old days back in golarien. the legendary homeworld of the feys. guy loved the forests and the streams that run through and along it. it was genuine appreciation of all of corellon's creations. it was beneath it all a bedrock of magic.

as much as guy had wanted to stay live and die in golerien however. it was impossible. his family who are adepts of the arcane had become arrogant of their power. and they continue to insult him, which in their terms, rather unconventional ways. he was a religous and devoted man. this has caused him his relations especially after announcing his calling to become a priest. his family was doing in their influence to prevent him from doing so.

he had no other recourse but to leave despite golarien's strictest forbiddance of any fey from leaving the feywild at this time.

back to the present.

"how about you father dauphin, what say you to the hunt?" the nobleman asked.

"i could use some fresh air indeed" guy added to the conversation which had taken a turn, a wine glass or twelve ago, into recounting each greatest hunt. in which guy had nothing to contribute except his disagreement to harming such beautiful creatures. forest deers.

guy was not planning on actively participating in harming any creature at all save those which are outside corellon's protection. but of course he was not keen on being vocal about it. he felt alone. he misses his family and friends back home despite their misunderstandings.

"i dont belong anywhere" guy was reminded by this after thought. guy took another glass of wine feeling depressed all of a sudden.