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Zellatt van Epitch was born in a mid-sized trading town, the second son of a modest Heartlander merchant family. They dealt in printing, textiles, and recordkeeping. His father had taught him at a very young age that the company was really a façade and that it was crucial to know who owed whom and why.
His older brother inherited the peace and respect of the family. Zellatt didn't. While Zellatt saw a ceiling, his brother envisaged him managing nobles' finances in the future. From a young age, he saw the people who passed through his father's office, including minor lords, envoys, and stewards. He discovered exactly how their kind behaved.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"Expecting me," Zellatt replies with a slight head twist that is more akin to that of joy than a grin or mistrust. He enters the cabin, glances around slowly, and then settles onto the chair with the ease of someone who has discovered that seeming comfortable is its own benefit.
"I'm not the kind to find it flattering, as you well know. Maybe you could have tricked someone else, most certainly not me."
"I'm from a heartlander city in the north, actually a trading city. It was crowded, noisy, and full of individuals who mistakenly believed that possessing power meant being close to it. I left for just that reason. Some folks are made to live quiet lives, bowing to rulers and maintaining ledgers, paying tithes to whoever just because they're someone. Yes, my brother is. I'm definitely not.
He leans back a little and places one arm along the chair's side. "As for what I make of myself, it depends on what this place has to offer someone willing to pull the right strings."
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