Yularas was born in Talons port and was raised as normal Dark Elves are. He from a young age was taught the importance of Law and was strictly disciplined by his father if he acted out of hand. He was also taught that though history one could avoid mistakes of the past. In this way Yularas came to the conclusion that High Elves were not to be trusted and were worthy of avoidance, as they were not kind to his people in ages past. He also came to the conclusion that Monarchal government was the best, but not hereditary monarchy. When he was nine Yullaras was further convinced of the necessity of law and moral order at any cost when his uncle Gardu, was killed in a skirmish in the Skanarri War. At the age of 13 Yularas was kidnaped and left in a tight box for two days. He would be rescued by the authority's but he would forever have a fear of the dark and tight spaces. At the age of 16. Yet again, Yularas's belive in law and order was enforced. A the age of 19 Yullaras took the job of selling Dark Elf art work, and though his experience in this job he became an good diplomat and manipulative in the competitive market. At the age of 52 Yullaras took a job as a intermediary between elven merchants and the ruling counsel of Talons Port. After four years of the job, he decided to leave Talons port, and head out into the world and explore, believing that a new city for the dark elves needed to be found he seeks a build site for a new city.
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"Greetings," said Yularas. "Im only passing though, but could you direct me to your art shops?"
"Ahh, my friend you are talking to the right man," said the man. "For I have a brother who owns a reputable art store which includes many dark elf pieces."
"Excellent! lead the way," said Yularas.
The man bows and leads Yularas though the crowded streets and down a side street that has many well kept store fronts.
"Here the the shop of my brother Makish," said the man walking though the open door of a shop with a sign saying, "Makish's art and collectables."
Yularas follws the man though the door and finds himself in a store that is quiet, not the sort of quiet form to few customers, but rather from good high paying ones.
The man leads Yularas to a man that could only be the owner, dressed in bright green and red, he cut quite the figure.
"This is my brother Makish," said the man bowing.
"A pleasurable wind blows upon our meeting," said Makish.
"May it blow for a while more," said Yularas bowing.
"If you would excuse me," said the man. "I need to see how my own shop is doing."
Then bowing the man leaves the shop.
"I never got to ask his name," said Yularas.
"Whether you get what you came for here will decide if it would be worthwhile to know," said Makish.
"Indeed, please, show me your wares," replied Yularas.
Several hours of bargaining later, Yularas exited the shop with the arrangement to have two paintings left for him at the ship. Makish saw him to the door.
"You have excellent taste in paintings traveler," said Makish
"Most of my people do, but I thank you," said Yularas bowing.
Yularas then headed into town, to see what he would see, and to so what there was to do before he yet again sailed away.
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