He was born in Haelun’or, and lived there up until he turned 55. At that point he was tired of the way high elves treated anyone other then themselves. After all, high elves weren’t all that great. Einar would know. For a year, Einar traveled from place to place, interacting with humans and other races, learning that they were not at all as the high elves of Haelun’or described them. Just after he turned 56, he made it to Haense, where he met more humans. He liked Haense, and maybe he could finally start being a little more trustworthy in other living beings.
Another friendly local, Einar thinks. “I guess you could say I’m an adventurer,” he says, though adventure wasn’t really his reason for traveling for so long. He might be able to find friends here. Being a High Elf didn’t help, though he didn’t need to help anyone.