A lesser noble of a prestigious Elven House the Ranathil house hailing from Gildas. To "discipline" my chaotic spirit and teach me the family's secret Bladesong, my elders forced me into the scriptorium. I was tasked with copying the family's library. Repetition is the mother of knowledge they told... once reaching the religious books i thought enough is enough , and bolted out the window. I reached Bazagon in hopes they will lose me inside the chaos of a foreign land. but now essentially broke i have to find my steps.