Ronel

Ronel never knew his father, but he knows the last conversation he had with his mother had scared her. Badly. She rarely showed it under the light of day, but when the shadows grew close about the small village where he grew up she grew... nervous. She would keep them all inside until the sun touched the ground beneath the grass, and the rooms were so well-lit that her quickly-maturing children had a real concern about fire.

The first time Ronel saw the stars was the night after he left to find his own path in Sornieth, one where- if the coming danger was real- he could find somewhere capable of surviving it. His mother had not wanted them to learn to fight, saying that it was too dangerous and their village had no need of such rough arts, despite her nightly worries. In the light of day, she acted as the cheery dragon she must have been before, treating the idea of fighting as laughable. So he left. He'll return though, one day, to fight for and protect the village that won't be able to save itself.

For now, he's found a home with a clan living along the cliffs of the Sunbeam Ruins. They've got a faction that's a bit too... fanatical about the Lightweaver for his liking, but the rest of the clan seems nice, and they've got steady leadership backed up by several teams of powerful warriors. Hopefully, enough warriors that he won't be missed when he has to go help his birth home.

Ronel went to one of the warriors of the clan and offered a trade- hunting for training. He will be ready when the bad time comes, whatever form it may take.