Winter was enjoying its reign over the Blue Mountains. And a gnome was trying to find his way on the mountains, defying the battering blizzard and the biting cold. Where he was travelling at? Why he had left his home? Nobody knows. Only clues about him were his tiny rubab and some other tiny belongings, which were all packaged in some old tiny fabric and tiny ropes that made of rat hair.

Tiny, the gnome was. He was only at sizes of a human's finger. So, while even strongest humans can survive such weather for barely a fortnight, there was no doubt that he couldnt even complete the second day of his harsh journey. He did it to dawn of the third day, tho. And as he saw the rising sun, his body was already failed at moving. Like a dead, he was lying among the snowflakes, which were at the size of his tiny hands. Only his eyelids were still moving, trying to decide if they are gonna defy the death by staying open or accept it by closing down.

Suddenly, as finally they decided to let the kind hands of death take away their master, they got opened to their tightest, to let the eyes of gnome see a huge silhouette that came out of nowhere.

It was a yeti. A female one, that carrying two lives.
The pregnant yeti smiled and bent over the almost dead gnome, and picked him with her left hand. Like many other humanoid races, gnome too thought that yetis are fearsome beasts, so he thought that he would end up in her stomach; but instead, the pregnant yeti warmed the frozen gnome by pushing him against her warm fur and rescued him from dying by freeze.

Gnome was surprised. He asked: "Why did you save me?"
Yeti answered: "Because I need your help. My tribe was destroyed by human beasthunters and I and my unborn child are the only ones managed to escape. I can find a shelter or another yeti tribe to live with; but this wouldn't change the fact that we will keep being hunted by greedy and ignorant humans for reputation and fur, unless we will have a leader that will unite and train yetis against humans. We yetis can't raise such heroes because we are mostly lack of wisdom that real heroes have." the pregnant yeti stopped for a second and took a look at the tiny rubab that shows itself from back of the gnome. "You are a bard, I see" she said. "I know that bards spread wisdom by their songs and stories, especially gnome bards. Now, little gnome, I saved your life as you see, and