Arton was born in the midst of political turmoil within his home city. His mother was from a ruling class family, but has since renounced her inheritance for the sake of fighting for the preservation of a Druid's Grove just outside the city. His father was a Druid from that grove, he was an important figure among them and used his power to protect his grove. His father assumed control over the druidic circle after the original leader was killed. He left the city with his circle, leaving behind his wife and son who refused to go with him. After a long legal battle, his mother was assassinated for protecting the grove itself. He left home resenting those who pushed for the land his mother died for to become "civilized".
Arton would be wowed, but immediately suspicious of the massive conflagration of people at the bazaar. When he is approached by the well dressed man, he promptly stops and eyes him curiously as he spouts off his welcome. "I'm seeking refuge" he says after a brief awkward silence. "I will probably not find it here. This city is beautiful, but within its streets are probably dark secrets that I don't want outside my window." After a pause he looks down, realizing his impolite behavior must be bad for this conversation. "My apologies, I more well suited for the natural world as opposed to your wonderful city. I should take my leave before I accidently insult you further" He steps away and walks down the street looking for the main gate, so he can live among the wilds.
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