Ailwin hadn’t had an easy upbringing, not that it was entirely terrible either. There had been a time when he’d had both a mother and father that loved him. Until his father was crippled and became a drunk, and then his mother was raped by the noble she was working for and got knocked up. His father hadn’t seemed to care that the whole thing had been against her will, Ailwin’s father took off and never came back.
On top of all that add on how elves were generally treated in Val Fermin and the fact that Ailwin had always been a bit ‘odd’, or at least that’s what many of the other children would call him. He was different sure, more stoic and logic oriented, he always had a thing for counting things and generally struggled with understanding social cues and sarcasm.
Maeve and Vincent Valathrian had been his younger half brother’s age, but they had always been counted in the small group of his friends that never treated him like he was odd. Even after he was beaten up by some bullies and started walking with a limp.
Eventually he and his friend Reva would start working in a Noble’s home and ultimately learn how easy it could be to blackmail the man, so they did and succeeded. Him and Reva were only seventeen at the time, but soon decided to form a group, The Forsaken.
Maeve had never joined the group, but would always be a good friend as far as Ailwin was concerned. Not just because of their growing up together, but also because she was a capable fighter and always willing to pass on information to him. When possible he always tried to keep in contact with her over the years, though the frequency of their lunches would ebb and wane depending on their busy schedules.
A number of weeks had passed since their last visit, a combination of things really. Maeve’s schedule due to her pregnancy and wedding, and even Ailwin had had some things come up himself. Though Ailwin had attended the wedding, there had been obviously far too much going on to have a proper sit down with Maeve then.
They finally managed to schedule some time together, so he made his way through the market to their favourite lunch spot. He had a table reserved for their meeting, even slipped the waiter a few extra gold to make sure it stayed available even if they were late.
He arrived and mentioned to the waiter to be on the look out for one Maeve Valathrian. It still felt weird to think of her as a noble, but she had indeed married into nobility, and to someone that Ailwin actually approved of. Which was saying a lot considering his views on human nobles. He sat down and drank some water while he waited for Maeve.
On top of all that add on how elves were generally treated in Val Fermin and the fact that Ailwin had always been a bit ‘odd’, or at least that’s what many of the other children would call him. He was different sure, more stoic and logic oriented, he always had a thing for counting things and generally struggled with understanding social cues and sarcasm.
Maeve and Vincent Valathrian had been his younger half brother’s age, but they had always been counted in the small group of his friends that never treated him like he was odd. Even after he was beaten up by some bullies and started walking with a limp.
Eventually he and his friend Reva would start working in a Noble’s home and ultimately learn how easy it could be to blackmail the man, so they did and succeeded. Him and Reva were only seventeen at the time, but soon decided to form a group, The Forsaken.
Maeve had never joined the group, but would always be a good friend as far as Ailwin was concerned. Not just because of their growing up together, but also because she was a capable fighter and always willing to pass on information to him. When possible he always tried to keep in contact with her over the years, though the frequency of their lunches would ebb and wane depending on their busy schedules.
A number of weeks had passed since their last visit, a combination of things really. Maeve’s schedule due to her pregnancy and wedding, and even Ailwin had had some things come up himself. Though Ailwin had attended the wedding, there had been obviously far too much going on to have a proper sit down with Maeve then.
They finally managed to schedule some time together, so he made his way through the market to their favourite lunch spot. He had a table reserved for their meeting, even slipped the waiter a few extra gold to make sure it stayed available even if they were late.
He arrived and mentioned to the waiter to be on the look out for one Maeve Valathrian. It still felt weird to think of her as a noble, but she had indeed married into nobility, and to someone that Ailwin actually approved of. Which was saying a lot considering his views on human nobles. He sat down and drank some water while he waited for Maeve.
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