Lucien puts his fork down and lets out a small sigh. "I grew up with my mother, in an elven commune to the North. Being half-human, I wasn't exactly a popular figure in the community so I spent most of my time in the surrounding forest, learning to fend for myself and studying the ways of nature. Once, on an extended hunting trip, I ran across a small village, really nothing more than a collection of huts. It had been ravaged by a small horde of zombies. I tracked down the abominations and destroyed them. It was the first time I felt a purpose to my life. I never returned to my home after that. Instead I've ventured out, looking for the person responsible for creating those undead horrors. I'm going to find him, and when I do..." Lucien stares out at nothing, a hard look on his face, his eyes going dark. Finally he stirs. "Well, lets just say that those skeletons upstairs were just a warmup."