Elcion was born to a humble trader couple in the bustling town of Bree. His parents, traders of the rugs, tapestries and other cloths that the trio of a family would work tirelessly on, making enough money to get by but very much considered a lower tier by most of the town. The other children would always tease Elcion about this, his smaller frame making him an easy target for some of the larger of the children. He took to the the dark nooks and high rafters to avoid confrontations, quickly learning he had an aptitude for climbing and a rather unnerving, non-chalant attitude towards heights. The window of their rented, one room dwelling above a noisy warehouse became his entrance and exit, and the nearby roofs felt his footsteps more and more. An early tragedy struck Elcion at the age of 8 as both his mother and father were slain on a caravan trip north to try and sell their wares. Their wagons set ablaze by bandits hoping for riches in the night, the few tradesmen and their families jumping from the wagons to escape the flames were met by arrows or a blade. Elcion had slipped from the side of a wagon as it burned and scurried up the tree the horses were hitched to, only just in time to watch the grisly demise of the trading party below. His mother and father among the bodies being looted below he kept still and quiet, a simple snap of a branch or twig most likely adding him to the body count. They soon were finished ransacking the camp, laughing and bragging about how each of them were the best fighters of the bunch as they trotted their horses back into the woods. Elcion dropped from the tree after he was sure he couldnt hear anything but the rustle of the leaves around him and the occasional snap from the smoldering wagons. He rushes to his parents corpses and sobs a while, embracing both not the best idea as the blood now caked his clothing and hands. Not wanting to face the gruesome sight more than he had to, he chose to run south down the road. Fear, anger and adrenaline keeping his feet pounding the dirt path, and the sun peeking over the horizon as he passed the Northern  Gate brought questioning looks as the blood stains became apparent.

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