Jondal'ar Silvertongue

Jondal'ar Silvertongue, of Goldenvale Proper

”Don't make me sing a song about it.”

A traveler who played in Neverwinter before it was Neverwinter, in the frozen North of Maine when the Freehold of Northshield became a lost frozen dream, and a time or two in Blackspire, Jondal'ar currently resides in Goldenvale proper, where he held fond memories from years prior. Gifted the moniker of Silvertongue at an event from Darkwater East, late in the last century, he has kept it in use and strives to never forget. A bard above all, usually humming a tune whether swinging stick (rarely) or a kitchen instrument, he is always looking to learn a new skill or craft, or get feedback onhis projects. He finds simple joys in trying new recipes and bringing them to the crowd at Goldenvale, hoping for compliments to stroke his ego, and feedback to make it better next time. At larger events he can be seen with an empty tankard, wandering about and lookign to sing a song. His throat though, so parched, if you could just fill the tankard a bit, it's sure to help. Vodka please.