My name, title and all, is Trader Aloof Ma-Jestic. I know it doesn't sound very Elven, and that's because it isn't.

It all started after my parents, Egloth and Elurine, were killed when I was six years old.

That's when along came the best person I had ever met, Pluhveso Mahjestic. He sort of unofficially adopted me into his care. At the time, he was a Thief, but because of me he changed his ways and joined the ranks of the Barbarian guild.

Thieves were never very good at entertaining little kids, and all he had to keep me from crying was a hard-as-a-rock chocolate cow (of which I still have to this day). Ever since then, I've had an obsession with cows, as those who have met me know. He also changed my name, as my Elven name was way too long and too hard to pronounce for his uneducated tongue (which is why he immediately enrolled me into the Asemath Academy to learn all I could).

But with this came the dues that one had to pay for residence in the Crossing, and for education. That's when I came to love money, became a Trader, and earned my Trader title.

It was around this time, when I was eighteen, that Pluhveso, now a well-trained fighter, went off to the islands with a group of people on a quest to kill the one who killed his parents. It was from this journey that he never returned. By word of mouth I heard he was killed, as was the entire party he went with. Many friends of mine and friends of his grieved his rumored death and held a funeral for him. To this day I still feel that he lives on, somewhere.

So that is how I got to where I am today, a Celestial (City) Elf and a Trader with money and cows on the brain. I am not yet married, as I have yet to find the right Elven lass, preferably a Bard.

It's not that important now, as I am a Trader with things to do and places to go. I don't despise weaponry, why would I? My second father was a Barbarian. But my mind just doesn't comprehend their strategic use as well as others.

I will forever travel these lands in search of the truth of my parents and Pluhveso's death. Perhaps there is some Bard, in some far off place that knows the story and the truth. Until then, the memory of them I will never forget.