As Ardan stepped off the boat and entered the Harbor, he felt adventure breeze through the air. A relatively young elf, 80 years old, he had been anticipating this moment his whole life. Now he had to find a source of income.

There were many adventurers on the docks that day. All seemed eager to begin their new lives, but Ardan new he was the strongest off them all.

His archery lessons began when he was a small child. Craifton, his father, always strived to make his youngest son the best bowman in the land. He himself was quite an archer, winning many contests, and a former adventurer.

And Ardan didn't dissapoint. Within a year he was winning numerous contests, besting many more expeirenced archers. He could shoot a 3 inch square target from 20m. Craifton was very proud.

"Son, when the time comes, you will be a great warrior and you will bring great pride to your people," Craifton would tell him. So naturally, he dreamed of the day when he would leave to create his own tales.

As the years rolled on, Ardan had many adventures in his homeland. His father taught him many things, including the art of stealth and the ability to open traps and locks. His Craifton told his son that when the day came for him to leave, he would need to know more then how to shoot a bow and swing a sword. The father preached to his son the importance of being a utility companion. Ardan would never be the frontline damage man. He was destine to hide in the shadows and attack from no where. So, his father said, he would need to be able to fill many wholes for a party.

So he practiced on every kind of lock his father could find. Craifton also created traps for his son to build up his abilities on. Ardan was starting to become as skilled as father. Never though did he put down his bow. That was his first love, and he continued to become more accurate as he aged.

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