The Adventure so far...first night, named night, the young bard's perspective.

   It was a calm, clear evening when each of the heroes was informed either formally or informally that they had been chosen to be included in this naming day - the day when children became considered adults, the day when they started being responsible for their actions and when their opinions were actually heard. Each of the eight received the information differently, but the overall results was the same - on the 20th, they were to march through town in part of a parade to end up in the North Town theater where they were to be given their gifts from the town. There, in the first celebration of this type in over a decade because of the war, the town would celebrate with their new found adults and find joy in this event.
  Most of the preparations still needed taking care of, and each of the heroes added their own efforts - some making the wine and beer, some helping with the heavy lifting, some decorating, some even preparing with the musicians to ensure everything went smooth. Only the mage's tower had some problems, but that had been brewing for some time and only now came to a head...
   It seems that one of the high noble's sons had a small problem. He couldn't do magic. His father was a mage, his mother was an adept, even his little sister was a prodigy and was named at 12 which was almost unheard of in their town - she was a powerful caster. And yet, he couldn't get a cantrip to happen - even if he did, most times it tended to explode or cause fires. In a rash of pain and self doubt/loathing, he ran to the arms of a theater performer...not only a good friend but more. She gave him solace, and hummed a lullaby to him. When he hummed with her and thought of his instrument...it all of a sudden appeared in his hand. MAGIC!!!!
   It seemed all that he needed was music to accompany the magic and he would be just fine! Better, he had a extraordinary knowledge of magic for his age, since he had studied his hardest since nothing had worked before this. He was SO happy...and he wanted to finally make his father proud since he could do magic. Of course, nothing quite turns out like it should.
   The day of the ceremony, the musical celebutante headed back into the wizards tower, to make his daily appearance before leaving for the theater to help out again with the preparations. Making his normal excuses to leave, his mind wasn't on deception and he was so distracted, that he completely botched his bluff. His normally befuddled instructor, now gaining insight into the fact that his student had been leaving regularly for the past couple of months, becomes extremely angry and expels his student, and sends a letter to his parents. The expulsion he could have handled, but the letter... his parents! To be continued...