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Bimmon grew up in a small posse of elven nomads, his family made up the majority of the group. The nomads primarily travelled on foot, stopping near villages and cities time to time to trade; Once even kicked out of the capital city of Rittensberg, not long before the rise of Marcus I. Throughout his childhood he spent most of his free time playing with the other kids, oblivious to the world around him. As he grew older he became much more aware of the beauty of nature, taking in the pearlescent glow of the stars and the wonderous shapes of the clouds. Once he matured, he set off on his own, away from the other nomads, to document this beauty around him. Not long after setting off he realized that studying the world did not come without cost, that he lacked the skills that several of his tribe had mastered, He realized he needed a job.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"Pleasure to meet you too, lady" He jokes, eyeing the elder, before following with an inquiry "What made you wait for me of all people?" as he makes his way to the suggested seat, sitting down. "To answer your question, I was a nomad, not exactly any one place." as he speaks he looks around the shack, examining the questionable decor of the woman "My main goal is to study nature, but I can't quite pursue that one yet." A final jest as he looks at the hag, awaiting the incoming interrogation.
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