I come from a small town that was ruled from high elves, my father was in charge of the village. He was respected by everyone who lived in the village but one day his big secret was exposed. I was his bastard son and not a legitimate son. My father had an affair with another high elf that was not my supposed mother. After that, everyone in the village was disrespecting me and mocking me. After enduring a lot of mockery,disrespect and himulation I decided to leave the village and attend the path of the lone wolf. While wandering across the lands I found a group of rogues, I found fascinating what they were doing and i decided to follow them. After 20 years of training I became a deadly assassin and an excellent thief, the thief part is something I never let anyone know or show it to anyone. Also I have one rule, to never assassin or rob anyone without a reason, mocking me or my friends could lead to one of the two. As I was traveling I got to know a few people that I trust, and accept their company whenever we want to hang out and travel together. When I was staying in a dwarf village to gather resources to continue my adventure, everyone was talking about the Confideration of Hammers that was founded one day ago(1645).
