Dalskei doesn’t know where he was born exactly, or who his parents were, and he stopped caring a while ago. He was taken in by some semi-rich Highlander farmer who really just needed someone to tend the crops while they went to the nearby taverns of Markev. At eighteen he decided he was sick of working for this guy and ran away, eventually finding himself in the Velunor district, thinking perhaps here he could find people who were like him. He soon realized that he had very little in common with his people, despite his attempts to reconnect with the culture he’d never gotten to grow up in. With his unsightly short hair, simple farmer’s clothes, and quiet disposition, he found it near impossible to fit in among his people and after some time, he just moved on. He traveled within the Dominion of Malin for several more years; he met some people, but for the most part he kept to himself, never staying in one place for too long. At the tender age of 52, he’s completely given up on trying to find someplace he feels at home and decides to instead head out into the woods and become a simple farmer. That’s the goal, anyway.

((couldn’t help but draw him, hope posting this here isn’t breaking any rules))

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