Erlathan was born within the purebred family of High Elves “Beimaer” in Haelun’or itself. Parents of this little one did not devote much time to him, being too focused on their own affairs. This led Erlathan to find himself left lonely for most of his youth. He had no friends, as would rather spend time by his own; the only way he knew. Actually more so, it was the pressure imposed by the parents to get a proper education that drove him to sit in the house all these years. Throughout this period he gained a lot of knowledge; minimally on the history of the world, its geography, on home and abroad culture, on various races all over the globe and so on. In a summary, it was sporadic for him to leave the four walls, but whenever he did, probably was it to look for informations more practical, “more tangible”. Erlathan loves the world until today and wishes to explore it in its entirety before leaving it. He desired it since always; dreamt of possesing unparalled wisdom, hence his hunger for learning. A dream that is so surreal, unattainable, yet remarkably wonderful. A dream of to know all.
Erlathan frowns arrogantly, turning gaze downwards to perceive a well-dressed gentleman. The High Elf leaned slightly, visibly presenting its superiority. “I don’t talk to such a half-wits. Your species are lamentable notwithstanding any exception. Step away before it is too late. I’m warning you.” Erlathan stood in a previous posture and stared into eyes of a stranger in anticipation of his leaving; hoping deep in heart that he wouldn’t be forced to deprive him of life.
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