Yeah...yeah....yeah. So you want to know about me, do you? Well, I was born in Caer Camrish. Hiding in a hole in the ground.....pfft. Now that's boring. Thirty years is more than enough time for me to read all of the interesting books that they had. Even a few that I wasn't supposed to read. I felt like my wings would wither and fall off, somebody finally came to their sense. Actually, a group of people brought them to their senses. I wanted to thank them for giving the old geezers a kick in the breeches. I did notice that they had another windling with them. The tavern gossip said that her name was Joan. When we all left the caer, I started living in Newtowne with all of the other windlings. That wasn't much better than when I was in the caer. There wasn't any adventure or excitement, and the people really hindered my attempt stoke fires. I still don't see what was wrong with starting a few fires. It's not like they were in a house or a store.

	It was so fun when I flew over the city scattering a bag full of quick growing vine seeds. The look on peoples' faces was the sight of a lifetime. Unfortunately, they had no sense of humor. They were going to make me go around and cut all of the vines down. Like they could get me to do something like that. I left those bastards in the dust and flew off.

	Next, I rode the winds into Camrish. Ah.....Camrish. If you thought that Newtowne was stifling my creativity, then Camrish was attempting to squish it beneath its rancid smelling feet. When I voiced my opinions (or appeared for that matter), some the populace tried to do the same to me. After the first attempt at that, it became obvious that I needed to cut them down to size. The next time that one of those orcs started to chase me, I led him to a nice little spot, where he promptly fell into my pitfall. Since I had his attention, we had a nice long talk during which I explained my disapproval of his behavior. His replies were rather unpleasant, so I left him to reflect on his actions. That ungrateful bastard had the nerve to gather all of his friends on the next day and try to chase me down during a storm. I didn't want to deal with all of that hostility, so I feigned being swept away by the storm. Fehhh.....and it had only been a couple of week since I left Caer Camrish.

	After that, I spent some time meandering over the land. I spent most of my time trying to do some of those cool things I had read about back in Caer Camrish. I want to be like one of those cool elementalists that I had read about. For a year, I wandered through the lands trying to learn more about the natural world that is composed of the elements. That was the hardest that I had ever worked. Then one day I spotted a weird, old elf walking through the woods. He looked interesting, so I decided to follow him for a while. I spent a whole day following him and the geezer never noticed me....or so I thought. That night he gathered a small pile wood to start a fire. Then, he suddenly waved his hands and the wood on the ground split in half, as flames leaped from within the wood. Before I could contain my excitement, I heard his voice ask me to come sit near the fire. I looked towards him, but he hadn't moved, so I didn't move. Then, he turned around and said, "Must I ask you to join me by the fire?" Apparently, he had known that I was there for the entire time.

	After that night, I wound up journeying with him for quite a while. He began to teach me about the elements had how they interact. 

	*To understand the world, it is necessary to first examine that which is necessary for the continuation of existence, and then derive a conclusion from that knowledge. The whole is equal to the some of the parts, but most people fail to recognize all of the component factors.* 

	A few days after I left the manse I spotted a caravan, so I went to investigate. Unfortunately, it was a caravan of slavers. I put up the best fight I could, but eventually I was incapacitated.

	I think that I was with the slavers for several weeks, but I was unconscious for several days at least as I recovered from my injuries. Eventually, they brought the caravan to Traver, where all of the slaves were to be auctioned. In the end, I was purchased by the elementalist guild. To my surprise, when I was delivered to the guild, I met the old, elven elementalist. He was a member of the guild. The other members called him Tsukasa. That was the first time that I heard his name.

	Since then, I've been working for the guild. One of the many tasks that I've undertaken is attend the slavers auctions with Tsukasa, in order, to watch for others with potential. That's where I saw Gilad. I went to ask him if Joan was with him, but he said that she had fallen to a horror. Nevertheless, I spent quite some time talking to Gilad.