If anybody asked, Ulef the Fidgety would claim to have no by-name. He also would claim to have performed at the court of King Brost the Brave, the great dwarfen king. The second, at least, was true, but only if one counted the antechamber of the chamberlains office.
His father, an administrative clerk at the court, had gotten him in, but had later openly confessed that he had hoped a taste of harsh truths would calm his son's craziness.
His dancing trial had gone worse then expected, when his feet started to literaly light up and sparks set fire to the chamberlains tastefull rug. Ulef might have magic, but nobody was particularly impressed with his new talent.
Ulef, however, knew that step dancing was his life. It was his destiny to become the first and greatest of dwarfen step dancers and kings would travel from far and wide to see him.#
Today, however, he was just looking for some food in his belly. He'd just have to use his magic to support himself until somebody appreciated his genius.
