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Zair was born and raised in a new settlement on the eastern edge of the Plume, known as Fareach. It was a quiet place despite that many travelers visited on their way to adventure, and Zair grew up listening to wondrous stories of days gone by. The Plume was a large spot of land west of the Kingdom of Garn, and it was home to many a bandit. There were numerous bounties on most of the bandits, and a large number of the adventurers were on their way with their companions to collect some of the gold. The bandits eventually banded together into larger groups, so that they weren't so easily dispatched. One such group decided it would be a good idea to get rid of Fareach, as it was one of the only locations adventurers could rest at for miles. Taking it out would reduce the moral of the adventurers, and it was not likely to be very defended as of yet, if you didn't count the many experienced visitors. They were correct in their assumption, lucky them - The raid was a complete success, and the town was burned to the ground after it was ransacked of valuables and necessities.
Zair, only a boy of 14 at the time, was able to escape through use of a Ring of Invisibility that was a gift from his uncle before he went into the Plume to earn his wealth. He fled Fareach and followed the roads for miles while they seemingly passing back upon themselves several times. He wandered the stagnant hills of Coram in search for help, but he did not find anybody.
One night, he slept under an overhang. When he awoke, he was in a warm, soft bed in a dimly lit room. The building was clearly made of simple, unrefined wooden logs, and hardly would've kept the wind out, if there were ever any blowing in Coram. He sat up, and wondered where he was, who brought him here, and why? A whisper of a voice told him he was safe here, and he could leave whenever he liked. Zair simply stayed in the bed, half-covered by sheets, and looked around for the origin of the voice. Seeing no one, he asked aloud to the room "Can you help me?". A voice responded, and it sounded like it was only a few feet away. "I could teach you a thing or two, but It will cost you." Zair hadn't brought any money with him, and so he responded "I have no coin to give you...", when he recalled the Ring of Invisibility that he wore on his escape from Fareach, and that it was worth a large sum of gold - or so he had been told. He looked at his hand to find it naked of the familiar piece of jewelery. The voice responded "You could let me keep this ring. It would cover all of the expenses of your stay here." Surprised that he had realized what it did already, he thought for a moment about the choice, and then nodded acceptance of the deal. "Alright, then. We'll start tomorrow morning. For today, I want you to eat, rest, recover your strength. You look like a scarecrow, boy!" Zair got out of the bed and asked the voice "Who are you?". It responded "A friend now, and your new teacher in the magical arts. My name is Galron Laermeluion. And you are...?" "Zair. Just Zair, please... I don't want my last name anymore." "That's an odd thing to say, Zair - But alright, I'm sure you have your reasons."
And so it was that Zair was trained by Galron. When at last Zair was ready to go out on his own 6 years later, he bid Galron farewell and promised to return some day to share his stories. Zair was on his way to find a group heading to the Plume, to conduct his revenge on its brutish people. When Zair left the house though, an odd thing occured - he wasn't outside. The Door shut behind him, and Zair was now in another building. Things just got strange.