After his mother's murder at the hands of his drunken father, Corliss left with her lute and the memories of her love. Since then he has traveled the countryside and entertained at pubs for room and board. His is constantly searching for any knowledge of his elven background. |
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My lute is my most treasured possession and it reminds me of someone that I love. I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden; my sharp tongue lands me in trouble.