Before becoming a bard Randy became a guardsman of the Royal Guard at the age of fifteen. This was the request of the late mother who dreamed that her son would have a place in life and not die of hunger. He complied with her request but he never felt on the right side. Day after day Randy stood under the scorching sun among the stone walls of the castle with the heavy banner of the king on his shoulder. He was dressed in heraldic colors and a long velvet chaperon. But he was not looking at his colonel but somewhere beyond the horizon, into the sky, the edge of which was visible from behind the towers, where free birds were flying. He kept trying to imagine what they saw, migrating from forest to forest, from lake to lake, from river to river.  Spending hours of observation his fragile but strong and flexible figure gradually lost the necessary stance. Therefore he was often punished for absent-mindedness, born of inexperience and a gentle nature. He was not suitable for military affairs. Therefore, at every night, the young man whispers to God, praying that he will send him the path. This path does not have to be simple or fun, satisfying or safe, but it must reveal it in business and make it useful to the world. And one day, having met a cheerful curly-haired minstrel named Kevin DuBrow on the highway looking for company on a long journey, Randy from that day never returned to the blue standard and his chaperon. Was God leading him to a knight in purple armor? Did God glorify his ballads? Randy didn't know. He was simply responding to a call that no one else had heard. 

Ps. The art is a backstory to a line of drawings of the wandering bard Randy and John, the exiled knight.