Lomiei

I was born to a pair of mixed race, garment makers in an unwealthy village in a rural region of Haelun'or. Mostly inhabited by farfolk, our family was not well represented in our community. As a boy, I had a deep understanding of money, as I would listen to my parents' discussions about how they would keep their store open while providing for a young child. I was never worried, but I felt sad for my parents that permanently wore that look on their faces. Whenever I was happy, I did not want to make them feel jealous of me, so I hid my emotions. When I was sad, I did not want them to feel my sadness, so I hid my emotions. I never had a close relationship with my parents like the other kids, but we loved eachother deeply, and we all knew that. Outside of home, I didnt have many friends. I didnt find joy in running around or blabbering uselessly. I found extreme joy in trading and negotiating with some of the higher class elves that would visit the town for foreign food or quality clothing. One of these elven families happened to have a boy of my age who enjoyed matters of diplomacy. We grew to become the best of friends over the years, conducting business and making relationships with the other groups of kids in the village. Although many came and went, it was always us 2 against the world, and we held strong. The most fortunate day in my life was when his father saw us playing and introduced himself to me. He was a librarian at the eternal college and the personal assistant to Okarir'maehr. I didnt know the significance of these things at first, but when I was given A library card to access the treasure trove of knowledge, a new world opened up to me. Me and my elven brother now spent entire weeks studying tomes of trade histories, political development, and processes of economic prosperity. We would debate, joke, and write letters to his father asking him to publish them, though he never voted to accept them. As we got older and older, we started to grow apart. The final straw was when he told me that his parents were sending him to the Eternal College. This was something that we had talked about for a long time, but the news came much earlier than expected. Not knowing what else I wanted to do with my life, I asked my parents if I was old enough to attend the college myself. The usual look of worry came back to their faces, but this time with an intensity I hadnt seen since I was a small child. They told me that I was now 17 years old, and that its time to start looking for your next steps to maturity; but the Eternal College wasnt an option. Whether it was because of our race, or our low birth, or our lack of money, or all of the other reasons they gave, it was clear that I would not, and could not go. I decided then and there; I would work at my parents garment factory until I was 18, and on that day, I would pack my things, travel to the nearest port, start a new life in whatever place the boat landed. Wherever I went, however, my passions of economics and finance would follow me and guide my path.