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Backstory

Highspire was his home once—even if he didn't remember it well. The city-born and now no longer, having remembered the day his family packed up and moved to Viridian. He was 12 at the time and his family settled there to do better for themselves in a new place, working farms before finally owning their own plot of farmland to till and toil in turn. It's all that he knew for the eight years he grew up there.

It's in that lush island-farm life that he grew a connection to the world. To the ground, land, plants, and life. He was about 18 or so when he became, as he'd come to know, a druid. That his skills in toiling the land grew in ushering growth to life, and while he wasn't so skilled enough to make the crops grow faster—he was skilled enough to learn magics and weapon training in turn. The hard life of a farmer growing into an opportunity once more—and one day he did come to know that opportunity; his folk letting him know where he might find use away from the farm.

The Adventurer's Guild.

The journey to Highspire would be something he didn't want to think about, nor the unknowns of it all... but it did haunt him. A thing to do, and a thing he was curious about. It was about time he saw the home his folk grew up in.