All Elves are magical beings, those that cannot wield basic magic are not fit to bear the name…
Firrian is a lowly scribe, seeking a better place in high elf society. His opportunities are few and far between, born with no exceptional talents, his greatest achievement is throwing up on an adventurer while delivering them a message. He aspires for a greatness most know he is ill-suited for and impossible to ever achieve. But heroes afar have started down the path of prophecy, and the threads of time and fate present opportunities to those both lucky and unlucky enough to be in the right place at the wrong time.
This takes place after my players achieved their first goal of the campaign, and I thought I might celebrate it by writing a story on how one of their newest allies started their journey