Born in the last portion of Arcas, Orion existed as a child in Haelun'or. During these early years he did little, often finding himself walking the streets aimlessly. It was in time however, that he came to see the tales woven by a passing storyteller - and took warmth in that possibility for himself. Resolved to carry out a similar lifestyle, he began to wander beyond the city walls to other nations, collecting tales and stories to share with his brethren back home. It didn't take long for the Infernal creatures of hell to begin ravaging the land, and for Orion's tale-gathering to be put on pause while he.. Hid away. Too much a coward to be a warrior himself, he helped with the creation of arms and armor for Haelun'or and other nations in combating these threats.
As time passed, Arcas would end for the descendants and Almaris would come. It is here that his renewed journey to collect tales would unfold, starting in the Silver City of Haelun'or and spreading beyond.
"Neither, good sir!" Orion replied in kind with just as much zeal as the man approached him with, easily twisting to the situation. "I am here in hopes of finding a home and settling in peace. My adventure comes in the form of the tales of others."
>Assuming the man continued the conversation and tried to sell or recruit Orion, he would do his best to simply depart from the situation as politely as he could manage.