| The son of a minor noble who owned a good horse breeding
farm, Dælvan was trained to defend the Blightborder, as all other
men are. His skill with a bow and his horsemanship were well appreciated
by those around him. He has always known himself to be lucky, assuming
that it was just an extra bit of skill or good timing. Some days the omens
are with you, sometimes not. He thinks himself fortunate and blessed by
the Light. On a trip with his father to show horses in the city, he got
into a game of dice in a tavern. He was accused by a greedy Whitecloak
of cheating after winning toss after toss. Claiming he had been cheated,
the Whitecloak called the town guards and Dælvan fled. He was lucky
to get away in one piece. He now travels about, hoping to clear his name
and avenge himself on the Whitecloak responsible. |