Born in Haelun'or from two elven parents, Gaeling always had an easy life in his childhood. His parents taugh him how to read, write, his father also showed him the basics of armed combat, but his mother didn't liked it at all. In fact, she was pacifist, and made his ``training`` stop there. But his father didn't wanted to stop, and at night, they were going to the edge of the city to practice moves and parades. Unfortunatly, his mother and father cached a rare disease, making them age phisicaly so quickly that thy didnt't saw thier son pass the age of 50. But Gaeling wanted to continue his training in memory of his father, and to never choose fighting as first option, in memory of his pacifist mother.
Gaeling- (walks towards him) ''Hi sir, im here for studies of the martial arts.'' ''But at first, would you recommend me a tavern? I am so thirsty.''
Stranger- (turn around and starts walking) ''Follow me! I know a great place to fill up your gullet!''
Stranger- (enters a grimy building, with no signs on it) ''Here we are!'' They serve the best ale in town here!''
Gaeling- ''Is this a joke to you!?''
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