Bard-at-arms

"Could you imagine the tales? And there he was... Aegaldred... He swung his thin sword true and an enemy fell; his feet were light and quick as though he were dancing, his only dance partner being his red cloak that swung with with him. But he wore no helm, and his golden mane was bright in the sun, a fierceness was in his eyes. Foes challenged him as they saw him approach, for unlike most men his head could be seen to the fullness; foes challenged and one by one they were dismayed by his fierce dances, his golden locks swayed and blew with the wind that took it." - Aegaldred, painting a picture with which to woo Dernwynn.