While a talented minstrel is always welcome in a crowd, a Master Bard is invited to play before royalty and could take in his weight in gold and then some for a song. Rhapsody trained with the best and had that life, but grew weary of the politics and pomposity that came alongside. So one day he packed his lute, he packed his harp, and he set off to find another venue. (a musician doesn't simply just give up his music, after all!)

He seems to have found a good home in a quiet corner of the Windswept Plateau, though on his search he grew fond of travelling. Thus, having a safe place to come home to when weary, Rhapsody travels among the Clans, performing and bringing music to others.

Recently, on one of his trips home he became acquainted with a young Wildclaw who spoke with such a delightful honeyed voice that he took her under his wing to train. She seems quite thrilled so far with this path, and already is matching him in some aspects.