Caslan was born in the High Elven city of Lareh'thilln. His mother (Sylia) and father (Larrel) come from long lines of mixed Elves. Both of them contain blood from both High and Wood elves. Caslan was quite unlucky to obtain mostly Wood elven traits. By the age of seven he was made aware of his unlucky birth status. The children around his age would tease and mock Cal -a nickname his mother gave him- relentlessly. On his eighth birthday the children finally invited him to hunt with them in the surrounding forest. He followed them for quite a while before arriving near the edge of a cliff. Before he could ask what they intended to do there, he was quickly pushed off. In a struggle he grabbed a root protruding from the side of the cliff. He hung on until his parents arrived hours later. It was not long after that his family moved away from the Silver City. Until he turned eighteen he and his family moved from one Wood elf village to another. The family would visit a multitude of villages in The Forest Realm of Irrinor. As soon as he was old enough -eighteen years old- he left his mother and father behind to search for others like him all across Arcas. It has been one year exactly since his journey began. He has not been lucky enough to find his “tribe”. Hopefully he will find a place to settle soon.
He quickly clears his throat before preparing a response. “I received this in the mail”. He holds out a small envelope, and quickly removes a letter from the broken wax seal. He reads the letter aloud to the man. It describes an invitation to adventure with a group of elves in order to spread the wealth of elven culture. The letter instructed him to meet the group here. “I hope that was sufficient an answer to your question, I should be off though. Thank you.”
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