Eldwen Eridil belonged to an outcast family. one that never told or cared to explain why their community rejected them though he has heard storys of the greats and fables of the fallen. He was raised along side a sister by a single father who lived as nomads in the forests of Adrallan. him and his sister often struggled by the rules in place that kepted them from getting lost in the forests and beasts of the wild and followed a some what complicated system of guidelines to follow to do so. It worked for a decent part of their years and even helped eldwen learn the sounds of specific details. a life of silence within the forests taught him the trick to quiet feet and agile sences and the bouts of danger when it looms in the distence.
This young life he knew had its moments of loneliness and bliss though it was short. He recalls vividly of a yell by his father which woke him from his sleep. followed by what can only be described as a roar so loud it gave life back to the forests for the trees to flee. his sister so stunned in fear broke from her sleep only to cry out in fear which echoed his own. the fall of a blade he recalled by sound battered at the broken dead bark in a way he never could forget.
By his side of the story he claims he can't remember past these moments though in his eyes when he explains the events it is clear every moment of that night breaks his soul to remember. Though one can see by how he treats magic users around him that he sees in them a darkness waiting to happen. Though to this day he seems contempt in what life has given him though he turns to quick means of releif to aid his illed mind. He gambles and drinks and finds troubled senarios as though it was bound to happen. Though he is ready to change so he claims. and to him A tavern by the roadside is where to start.
