The Blind Storyteller

As usual, I went to the spa, Kanz Saghir, to relax on Arraday. But today, neither my body nor my mind could find rest. I couldn't sit still and wandered mindlessly until I stood at the braided curtain’s edge, its filaments soft as a moth's wing. I stood there and suddenly found a card in my hands... In my own handwriting, it said: "To You, the Named and the Nameless: The Blind Storyteller bids you join him at the Market of Melodies, Last Bell." . I blinked, unsure whether I'd dreamed the moment or not.
 
It is late, Lake Haiyeti ice-cold as always. The Frost-Moles are asleep. The Market of Melodies - a huge market on a raft - is as beautiful as ever... Divis, the Ferrier (looks like a fish), is shipping some people across the deep lake. As for me, I have hired a giant dragonfly to carry me to the meeting point. Upon my arrival, there is already an elderly lady waiting there. I converse a bit with her until the others arrive. As the ferry starts docking, Mistress Diamanté, the older lady, and I go to meet the other guests. There are two humans who look similar - both tall, brown-eyed and black-haired -, a very pale humanoid whose skin looks sickly, an elf with white hair , a blue humanoid, an elegant half-elf man with a rapier, a halfling woman with tiger tattoos, a water genasi who is fascinated by fire, a goblin man in a full-plate and an elf-girl accompanied by an ogre woman.
 
We kind of split into two groups and start talking. I get some background information from them. Steam, the blue water genasi, is from the Ashari, whose life mission is to protect a source of water. He is here to see his aunt Zahara Jal'Zuun, a nature studies and evolution professor at the Taquadum School of Technomancy, and his uncle Tholim Coppermantel, a dwarven Gilded Artisan who specialises in geology. Both are figures of considerable standing in Shal'Azura.
 
Oro'thion, the elf with the white hair and gray skin, and Yuri, one of the humans, recently took over the prestigious teahouse called "Ta'Alaq" . The others and I didn't have time for proper introductions before a huge tent appeared as if from nowhere. We stepped inside, sat down, and were served tea before the Blind Storyteller started telling the story of "The Forgotten Prince"/"The Seventh Son of the Seventh Son".
 
We sat, spellbound. When the tale ended, Mistress Diamanté, touched him. He froze... and exploded. There was panic and angry snowflakes - yes, snowflakes - started attacking everyone. The half of the group I had spoken to earlier and I escaped into a boat, and the other half escaped into another boat opposite to ours. Steam and Yuri were the ones rowing, while the rest of us tried to free the path over the water by melting the ice that had been building up. At some point, Oro'thion took over Steam's place and somehow we escaped... On shore, the horror went on. We looked back, and there was a meteor shower raining down on the Market of Melodies, and a lightning bolt struck the tower of the Desert Rose University. Luckily, the Wind Wardens were there to take over, but one of them looked at us suspiciously. I created some smoke, and we disappeared and hid until we reached Ta'Alaq. There, we tried to relax by talking, drinking tea, and dancing.
 
After a while we started talking about what had happened... I remembered who gave me the invitation - a figure whose features were hidden by shadows, head clean-shaven... They conjured a box from thin air, which I refused to accept. Then Frederik, the other human - apparently a bard - remembered Mistress Diamanté saying, "It is time, old follower, traitor.", then freezing his blood, which made him explode. Yuri saw a white rift open in the water to another plane of existence - probably the Plane of Ice.
 
We often drifted off to other subjects, as it was quite taxing to talk about the event that had just happened. While talking about Aurelie's past, which she only remembers from the last four years of her life, tells me that she remembers a man, whom I remind her of - the eyes - just seconds before her death. She describes him to me... I know who it is, but I cannot tell her yet.
 
While talking and eating delicious naan served by Oro'thion, I feel much better - as if I could take on the world!