Once upon a time, Aaaron Amnotxy was the promising heir to the noble House Antaniel, they of the Silver Word. Such a bright child, the scribes would say, such promise as with the pen or bow. The sages of the Trials, for all his promise, found him wanting. For the dishonor, the stain of failure upon the name of the House, his father the Lord Antaniel says he is to leave. What realm is there beyond the wood for an elf without a name?
I have played the character of Aaaron in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign for the past year – this is a pencil and paper sketch of a scene from his backstory – of the moment he left the elven woods, and left the signet ring of his house behind.