Léon Pebblebland was raised by their two mothers Jeanne Pebblebland and Leani Pebblebland. They grew up in the southern regions of Uruguan where his mothers owned a tavern. Léon grew up exposed to many different backgrounds as he worked in the tavern since he was 12. He was especially attached to all of Nature and was interested in any Druid who passed through the Tavern doors, immediately began to question them and try to learn more of the Druidic cultures and backgrounds. Léon completed the basic education offered to him in his community but his mothers needed the extra help in the Tavern and saw it as ample education as he was always questioning and learning from travelers who came in.
As Léon got older, the more likely it would be that he would inherit his mother’s tavern, much to his dismay. After secretly trading free booze for forestry, survival and basic druidic lessons with those who passed through the tavern, at the age of 18 decided to run away and leave the tavern in the care of his siblings. He now spends time traveling as much of the world as he can, especially willing to become a druid, however he overestimated his skills at his departure and needs many more lessons and help from those who know more.He had always been a very extraverted individual and became friends with all the kids around his age growing up, but rarely keeps in touch with them after leaving and the fact that many don't like him for that decision.
Léon looked up and smiled at the well dressed man and peered around him looking at the bazaar's signs scanning them for a familiar Icon.
“None of those things I’m afraid of, I simply need a leatherbound journal, and some ink. Is there a stall nearby you know of that could help me” he responded, still scanning, squinting far into the distance.
The man peered over Léon with slight confusion,
“Hmm well yes I do suppose I can help you, right this way.”
The well dressed man guided the young eager Dwed to a stall where he proceeded to flip through every journal and test every ink before finding one that fit his fancy. After paying the shopkeep and smiling while handling his new book he turned back and thanked the man and passed back into the bazaar. The Gentleman kept following him, attempting to persuade Léon into looking into his promises of wealth and fortune, but the Dwarf couldn’t hear him, and skipped eagerly into the crowd, taking note of all that interested him throughout his stroll.
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