As a child it was easy growing up being a triplet. Our family was shippers who transported goods from Port Hampshire to Spreck. Being close to Pranzis our family made a good living. I grew up shooting my bow; it was a fascination for me. When others sparred with swords and chased chickens I practiced shooting. It was the only thing that allowed me to escape my brothers pestering. I was never easily influenced by anyone and followed my own will. Although quick-witted, Krico always seemed to out wit me. He really had a knack for thinking quickly on his feet. When it was time to set off for training it was decided for me to study the arcane arts. I was always the smartest of we 3, and my parents felt I could make a difference in world, even if I did not. I never cared to study, and although I picked up some useful spells, I didn't feel that this was right for me. After studying arcane magic for 4 seasons I decided it was best to specialize in the one thing that brought harmony to my life, my bow. Upon our 18th birthday a grand celebration was planned with the entire shipper's galley gathering in the port to welcome our graduations into manhood. A huge fireworks display was planned and once set into motion a horrid thing took place. One of the ships sails had caught fire setting the entire armada up in flames with our family's fortune. Worse yet, our parents were on the boat discharging the fireworks. They did not make it out with their lives. Krico swears to this day he saw green clad humanoids jumping from the ship. All I care about is finding the truth, and I will stop at nothing to find out what happened that night. No one shall get in my way…