He would often go off into the forests alone for hours, or even days at a time, doing hardly anything save play that harp. In time, however, he simply did not return to the village that had been his home, and struck out, intent on learning more of his beloved music, and perhaps find others who might understand him; and, just maybe, a place he might truly call his home.
In his travels, he has found a wonderful gift.. he is a Songweaver - he always knew that his music was something special, but he has learned that it is also truly Magical, and that he has the ability to exploit that Magic. Usually he does no more than to intensify the illusion already woven by the song, or perhaps a bit of an extra emotional charge.. but he is capable of far more.