Sheidar Athadin was born to obscure parents, alongside a single elder brother and a younger sister, sometime in the twilight period of Arcas. The Wood Elf's family lived on the periphery of Siramenor, maintaining a quiet life until the Inferi invasion reached their shores. The subsequent siege of the Aegrothond island citadel killed Sheidar's mother, father, and younger sister, leaving the two remaining, displaced male siblings to eke out whatever life they could. The young Sheidar and his elder brother Alahhaen vowed to stick by one another after this traumatic event. Some years later, immediately prior to the descendants' migration to Almaris, the two travelled to the coast in the hopes of boarding a ship to the new land. The night before they were due to depart, Sheidar went to a local tavern and partook in a great deal of consumption. Unable to assist his brother due to this state, Alahhaen had no aid when opportunistic human thieves stabbed him to death. When Sheidar woke up the next day, he burned his brother's body and set off for the new world, grieving deeply the entire way.
Since arriving in Almaris, Sheidar has languished. Now, motivated by a desire to be better than the man who allowed his brother to die, he seeks to better himself and the world.
Lets get what I came for and get ou-. Sheidar found his contemptuous thought interrupted by the gentleman's unsettling tirade of questions. He cast a sharp, distrusting eye on the over-eager human man in response and made him recoil slightly with the glare's force. "Look to your own affairs, human. It's no business of yours." Still, Sheidar considered the proferred questions as he pushed past the nosy, inconsiderate man and made his way to the centre of the market. Adventure. I would go to places for more beautiful, far more exciting and far more dangerous than this if I wanted adventure. Wealth? Wealth is pointless to me. I am content living as I do now. As for aspirations... perhaps we will see. The thoughts took up just enough time for Sheidar to reach the stall he'd been aiming for - the only one that really interested him.
Swords - curved, straight, of all kinds, sat side by side on the table, organised as an ornamental showcase. Battleaxes hung from beams of wood. But Sheidar found his gaze drawn to the unseen merchant's assortment of spears - arranged in length order and propped up against the side of the stall. The 'ame had managed to break his previous spear, and this time he was determined to purchase one of fine quality. Sheidar saw the merchant appear in his periperhal vision, but elected not to reveal that he had seen, instead simply browsing the line of spears and lances. He picked out one of the weapons in particular, running a tender finger over the spear before taking it in one hand. Only then did Sheidar look to the merchant, move to greet him and place a bag of minas down on the stall. He strode away with the spear in hand, testing the weapon's weight and feel. No cry or shout chased him, and he exited the city without further event. The nosy gentleman from before gave Sheidar a wide berth this time, seemingly unnerved by the newly obtained spear.
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