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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rolzup" data-source="post: 3324458" data-attributes="member: 10105">Absolutely. Early on, his father called in a voluminous amount of favors in order to have Darrick accepted into a military academy-cum-boarding school in Taer Valaestas.  He spent the next seven years there, and was actually on his way home on the Day of Mourning.  Darrick's ship was diverted to Sharn, and there he found himself to be just one of numberless refugees.Overwhelmed by despair, he slipped into a semi-catatonic state of shock.  Darrick's not at all sure who took care of him during this time; he occasionally remembers a face, or a voice, but never a name.  He vividly recalls being spoon-fed soup at one point, and flushes with shame whenever something happens to bring this to mind.Fortunately enough, he encountered a friend of his father.  This was the man who sent him to the academy, with a letter of introduction.  He had a firm handshake, and a scar across his brow...that's all that Darrick remembers.He came to himself after about a month at the academy, in the midst of a lecture on Brelish history.  To his own surprise, he'd been keeping meticulous notes...and he'd somehow managed to retain most of what he'd heard over the past few weeks.  He'd been content to be led from room to room during this time, and if provided with a pen and ink, he wrote.  Copiously.Darrick doesn't like to think about that time, and will rapidly change the subject if it's brought up.  He hates to appear weak.Sadly, that letter of introduction has since been lost somehow.  On his more morbid days, Darrick blames the fates for this.(Clearly, now that I think on it, Elvish should be his additional language, rather than Goblin.  I'll edit that in.)</blockquote>

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