Nemway was born and brought up in a small village near Bree. His father was a gambler and he taught him everything he had known about gambling and cheating at cards. His mother died when he was very young and Nemway couldn't recall her appearance nor her voice or anything connected with her. When he grew up, he revealed a passion for adventure. At first they were only a small bits of sparing in the local pubs, including mugbraking, glassthrowing, mindboogling, wasting ones minds, picking up some ladies, and music defiling. Those hardly innocent parts of Nemway's wholly remarkable life stated him in a very uncomfortable position in Bree-lands. Having several nobles, town clerks and constables on his back, Nemway had no other choice but to move into the wilds of Middle-earth. The other sunny day, Nemway spotted a very strange caravan hurrying to Bree. He realised that this particular caravan was the only hope for his plans about leaving Bree-lands, so he ran after it as quickly as he could have. The caravan consisted of a bunch of traders, an elf and a man, who looked as if he were from a distant, unknown land. "Nemway Maylight of Bree at your service", he found himself saying, to his own surprise. It was an extraordinary thing for him, introducing himself with such a manner, he had never done that before. "Fallwen of Lorien at yours", introduced herself an elf with a low bow, and so did a man, saying "Matpike of Gondor". "Gondor!" thought Nemway and eventually strayed beyond Eriador to the faraway places he had never been to and could only dream about. From that day, Nemway has been wandering with those two. He hadn't known that he was on an adventure that was going to change his life forever.