Durnin comes from a dark elf mother- and a farfolk father. His mother was also arrogant, but also kind and loving to everyone she came across. His father- with his mother- had a generous hand and word that charmed anyone. And these two were madly in love with each other. In fact- when they met they described it as a fated match. So when they were wed, they quickly set to building a home suited for a new family they hoped to make- which they did. Around the 4th year if marriage, they produced their bouncing baby boy that they hoped to love and cherish for all their lives. They kept this promise for a joyful and prosperous 7 years. And that's when tragedy found it's place in their happy home- causing the lady of the home to go missing. This caused Durnin's father to go from warm and loving- to demanding and apathetic to his son. Durnin was young and had no way of knowing what was going on. His home went from a happy place of rest to a building that crawled with creatures of hate. Durnin always held his mother's memories closest- trying to keep her alive in his own way- to be like her the best he could. But as Durnin grew, he slowly became more cold, and pushed away any future friend.
Durnin looked the man up and down- studying his intentions. He paused- almost hesitating before answering the well dressed man.
"Hello... kind sir..." He thought for a second, pondering the question. "I come to your beautiful city for work- so to make my father proud, and possibly find a fine tutor to further expand my studies." He spoke with pride as he talked about a possible tutor- a sparkle of an eager student.
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