Ilian. Now.

You have always been here, hidden among the tree in Riley Hills. Your mother is ---------- and your Father is ---------. You learn knack and trick, and soon grow to be a budding Elchymist. And soon, you know you have to go, for adventure.

'AND FOR ME'

Your race is cursed, your mother -------- used to say. That we are bound to exist as the dammed, that the light of the gods are reserve for better species. Greater races. You reject that notion. You wanted to be someone special. And today, when you picked the bounty for an escaped female bandit, you knew that your time has come. You never even see number that high before! This will make you richer than all your parent wealth over the last ten years! You can finally come to the city just over the horizon, and be accepted in. Finally, you will be special.

So you pack up your bag, silently sneak your father ------'s Magnum Opus on your back, together with some food and coins, and sneak off into the night. The Magnum Opus is your family only source of income, and you feel a tingling sense of regret all the way. But you make sense of it that if you do succeed, and of course you will, all of it will be justified.

The road was long as crooked, you ran barefoot, naked, for a reason you dont understand. It is just natural some how, that this must be done. You never travel far from your house alone, and this path you are walking has never been taken before, but it feel strangely familiar. You can dodge the Flying Kingfishers with ease, and you can spot every single Vine Hawk before they can spot you. You feel confident. You must be a genius. A chosen one!

You quickly found track of the bandit. Foot prints, remnant of camp fires and dropped bread crumbs. Its as oblivious as day to you. This bandit must be inexperience and weak. You will win. And you will get your price!