Troth was a young half-elf. His father was a human trader, magician, hunter, stable worker and so many other things. He was one of the first Humans to cross the sea to sea the lands of the Elf's.
A man of work his father was, and Troth was early out in the world working for his bread and milk. He's father was also a thief when the opportunity presented itself, Troth was not proud of this fact, but it was the true. His mother was a elf of the borderlands of Lenai, with The Mudab. She was quite tall and good looking. His father lived with them until his 15th birthday, and celebrated with barbecued meat and cookies from the nearby trade post. Only days later his father seeking new life, leaved to never come back; a letter to his mother and a sword to him, was his legacy. Alana, his mother did not cry him but did seek comfort in her potions and herbs.
He left home at 20 years making money escorting minor caravans of fruit and meal. He had for a long time, before that, been in service of a warrior's wife, working as a personal servant for the Lady, it was here he learned the art of the sword. The house guard was his teacher, his name was Elarak.
His life had been for three years now walk the shores and woods of the coast, following a merchant named Ulkos a very tall Elf from Lenai. His birth village was the nearest the Cecil Island. They did travel between the minor ports buying pearls, scales of reptiles and fish. Every year Ulkos did a 8 moths long trade route traveling along the southwest shore of Cellador.
His contract was expiring this spring and Troth was not sure to still be the guards of the caravan. Or travel. The last year the sea called at him promising adventure and gold. At the port of [X] he had leaved the caravan one week before his contract finished, Ulkos had paid in silver a load of clam meat, from the captain of “Lady Sea” . When finished the bargain and handing over the silver pouch Ulkos told the captain of Lady Sea about Troth, making it clear for the captain that he was a hardworking young half-elf, making a honest living. The captain eyed Troth up and down, and with a well disguised smile he hires Troth as security guard and rope puller..
Many times before he had been discriminated for his race, this time was no exception, the more experienced sailor made always fun of him and picked up fights when they where drunk at a ports Inn.
After some weeks he had a mayor fight with the sail tailor, almost killing the man with his bare hands, the sail tailor lived but had a soar troath for weeks after.. The captain earing about the fight, called Troth to his chambers showing Troth his secret... the captain was a half-elf like him.... He also had been discriminated once, learning disguise, as a way to avoid it. The captain did know that if Troth was to make it to sunrise alive, he had to hide and pray for the sail tailor and his friends not to find him.
They talked all that night about how to disguise, its techniques, what powders to what uses, the perfect way to conceal long hears, etc. The captain feeling pitty for him sold him his disguise kit to Troth and wrote a recommendation letter to a captain friend of him, Captain Ben Turion, making it possible for Troth to leave the Lady Sea and be hired at the Pander Ban, with a new identity and fresh start in life.
The papers was buyed at a Gnome forger at the same port, knowed for its grade trade Antigrol was a perfect place to get forgerys and what ever you could desire.
Gnotaz, friend of the captain of the “Lady Sea” and usual contact for his more shady trades.
From there the journey and his first trip with the Pander Ban leaved to Tortila.