Fobo was born a mute. That ruled out the family business. He discovered soon that he had a talent for remembering places and names. So he eventually became a messenger. Every once in a while though, when he had had enough downtimes in a day, he dug out his heirloom from the third trunk in the cellar.
His grandfolks' book of enchantments. The spoken word that could mould reality. Of course, there was no spoken word and there was no changed reality.
Just him. And one reality. He would learn later that the reality he saw was not the one meant for him.
