Born a merchant, son of merchants in a homestone now dust near the Red Sands of Kumonjhai, I traveled with but a dagger and a caravan of goods to the Citadel. Quickly establishing my practice there, I outfitted kajirae with the softest most pleasant silks to the eye and touch. My fame quickly grew, until I disappeared, presumed killed in a caravan attack on my way to the City of Ar.

In reality I had withdrawn into the wildlands, living alone, honing my survival and self-defense skills, away from everyone. Soon I tamed a young larl that wandered too far from home. He soon grew, and helped defend me as small banks of raiders learned of my hiding place. Having decided, after their third attack, that being alone was no longer a solution, I walked in the direction away from both the city I was traveling to, and from the city that forgot me, heading towards the camp of the Tuchuk. My little pet, Rajaa(Hope) accompanied this Rahjar(dreamer).