The young man came from a large village. The roadways were often busy with coaches and small carts carrying people through the streets. He was tall for his age, or any age for that matter, and it showed all the more because of his gaunt frame. His head was filled with dreams and ideas that were never shared with even his friends, of which he had few. He whiled away his days with all manner of activities, though none brought him any income so he apprenticed at a job he did not intend to spend the rest of his life at despite what his employers seemed to think. His mind was always looking to plans that seldom came to fruition. Eventually, he left his village in search of his dreams of joining the Inventor’s Guild. He was going to take his fate into his own hands and finally make reality of his plans.

He had always dreamed of becoming a top inventor, employed by a noble to create new things that could make life better for everybody in the land. It was said that the top inventors of the guild had created a chariot that didn't need horses. He was even more ambitious. He wanted to mimic the birds and take to the air. Growing up in his village, nobody understood his dreams and nobody believed the Inventor’s Guild ever really made useful creations. If they did, it certainly never got that far away from the capitol. And so he grew up alone in the middle of a crowd. Unable to relate to the people around him. As he walked away from everything he had ever known he felt no regret. The few people he had spoken to regularly had all left to make fortunes in other places. Now it was his turn.