Born in Greengold, the son of a cosmopolitan elven merchant and his artist wife, Theriandas had a comfortable, if unsettled, childhood; his family's travels took them all over Avistan, and his natural curiosity led him into several situations from which he only escaped alive by the skin of his teeth. Encouraged to take an interest in the arts by his mother, he first had the idea of turning his escapades into ballads after seeing the crude (in all senses of the word) chapbooks on sale in the streets of Riddleport about 25 years ago, and has since made a living of sorts out of his writing and singing. He is always on the lookout for lurid, sensational stories to immortalise in print; his lust for collecting and disseminating the seediest of tales means that trouble is never far away from him
Description:
Theriandas stands about 5' 8" tall, his long, black hair normally tied up or tucked into a headscarf. He dresses inconspicuously, unless consciously trying to make an impression; only his ink-stained fingers and a nasty scar on his neck inflicted an outraged husband in Korvosa distinguish him from the average elf. He has a rather off-colour sense of humour and is incredibly nosy and rather indiscreet, but manages to charm or trick his way out of impossibly tight corners most of the time.
