When Arin was a child, he was apprenticed to a mage, who disappeared promptly after, giving him no time to learn anything. Arin, who had looked up to the mage as a father-figure, was devastated. From that moment on, he roamed the land as a man of opportunity, often living solely on the kindness of others, gathering any and all information he could about his mentor. For that reason, he mostly considers things quietly and peacefully, but if you insult his master, all hell will break loose, even if he cannot attack, even if bound and gagged, he will fly into a rage, and do all he can to avenge his teacher’s honour.
I look him up and down to discern if he means any harm. When I have found that he does not, I reply “I do not know, for I go where the wind takes me. I seek the greatest lore-masters of the land, and heard that there may be some here in this very city. Do you know of them?” When he replies, depending on his answer, I go one way or the other. If he does not know, I got into the bazaar, and start looking around. If he does, I go where he tells me.
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