![[Abram Wren.webp|700]] Abram is a young man with a slight build, his frame wiry from both his age and the hardships of the journey. His sandy brown hair is tousled and falls just below his ears, often hiding his expressive green eyes that still manage to twinkle with a hint of mischief, despite everything. He wears simple, travel-worn clothes, a loose shirt, sturdy trousers, and boots that have clearly walked many miles. Abram's most prized possession, however, is his lute, a beautifully crafted instrument that seems almost out of place in his hands, given the state of his clothing. The lute is well-maintained, with its wooden body polished and strings in good repair, suggesting that Abram spends more time caring for it than for himself. Abram is a beacon of light in a dark time, using his music to lift the spirits of the refugees. He is quick-witted and has a knack for finding humour even in dire situations, often using his songs to poke fun at their hardships in a way that brings much-needed laughter to the group. Despite his light-hearted demeanour, Abram is deeply empathetic and feels the pain of those around him acutely. He often plays his lute late into the night, weaving sorrowful tunes that express the emotions others cannot put into words. He has an unspoken bond with [[Cloia Trenelle|Cloia]], respecting her authority while also recognizing the heavy burden she carries, and he often tries to lighten her load with a well-timed joke or a soothing melody. ![[Abram Wren SB.webp]] Abram was a traveling bard before the conflict began, roaming from village to village, spreading joy with his music. When the war came to his homeland, he found himself swept up in the chaos, his wandering lifestyle coming to an abrupt end. He joined [[Cloia Trenelle|Cloia]]'s group after they saved him from a bandit attack, offering his music as a way to repay them. Over time, Abram became an integral part of the group, his songs and stories providing a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos. He doesn't talk much about his past, but hints at having left behind a family or loved ones he hopes to reunite with someday. Abram is driven by a desire to bring hope to those around him. He believes that as long as there is music, there is hope, and he uses his talents to keep the group's spirits from sinking too low. Deep down, Abram also yearns for the return of peace, not just for the refugees, but for himself as well, so he can once again roam free and share his music with the world. ##### Abram's Song of the Refugees *Through moonlit glades and shadowed streets, Where shadows dance and darkness meets. The fallen rise, their eyes aglow, A twisted dance of woe, they show.* *The townsfolk whisper, hushed and scared, Of faces pale and eyes that stared. From graves untimely, they emerge, An eerie dirge, a solemn surge.* *But heed, oh travellers, the tale is told, Of heroes bold and hearts of gold. The living flee from homes once warm, A bitter storm, a gathering swarm.* *No evil lord with dark command, No necromancer's outstretched hand. Yet undead roam in sombre plight, A mournful night, a silent fight.* *So listen well, as the tale unfolds, Of secrets kept and stories untold. The dead may rise, the living roam, In search of home, in search of home.*