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Frelvik's father was a clockmaker in Urguan. In his youth, the ticking timepieces in his father's shop inspired wonder and awe, the rythmic motion of the pendulums, the precise movements of the hands, they were like magic. He was told by his father that he made these creations to honor Ogradhad, and Frelvik took that to heart. While these fascinated him, they had little compare to something else his father would construct as well. On holidays, he would create toys, little wind-up devices fashioned in the shapes of dwarven soldiers, minecarts, and paddle-ships. He gave these creations away to children who came by the shop, and of course one to Frelvik as well, but he got first pick. Frelvik dreamed to one day be able to create things like his father, who had planned to apprentice him when he was old enough. Before this time came, tragedy struck, and his father fell ill with an unknown disease. His mother, who neglected mention up until this point, was an alchemist, and so spent her days trying to find a cure for her bedridden husband. The disease caused coughing, blindness, and boils on the skin, among other symptoms. Frelvik's mother, with the help of doctors, healers, and other guild alchemists tried for remedy, but alas to no avail. Frelvik's father passed away. Frelvik and his mother were devastated. She raised him for the rest of his childhood, until the time came that he was overcome with the aspiration to carry his father's legacy onward, and to learn to craft such things himself. So, he went into the world to find someone to teach an apprentice. However, he did not find his way to being a clockmaker, and instead found himself toiling in workshops and forges- mostly just moving freight and supplies.