Ailmar, a wood elf boy was born in a small house on the outskirts of the Principality Of Aegrothond, he lived with his father who taught him many things. One Sunday evening, he and his father went out to hunt for dinner. Ailmar’s father tasked him with setting up a small camp while he hunted. As the sun set his father was yet to return, a scream rung through the forest. Ailmar jumped from the stump he sat on and ran towards the sound. He hid behind a tree once approaching a clearing, he saw his father's dead body surrounded by 3 Orcs. He was sick to his stomach, he ran as fast as he could, past the camp all the way to the nearest village. As it started to rain he bumped into an elderly elven woman. She looked into his eyes and knew he had seen a terror too great to speak of. She took him to her house and wrapped him in a blanket, he quickly went home. Ever since he’s lived on his own, he has trouble working with other people. He tries to stay away from large crowds even to this day.
