Elduin never fancied adventuring. He was a calm, pacific child back in his day, a cheerful teenager and a lively young adult. His last spontaneous smile on his lips was on the morning of the slaughter, when he left to forage for his family. Maybe he took a little too long watching the animals, enjoying the breeze, as often elves do. There’s not much hurry to people that live so much. He came back to the trail of disgrace and death Arzan’s demons left. Elduin never forgot the name of the demon that destroyed his life, and now lives solely for revenge. Once it’s sent to its grave, he can finally join his family in the realm of the dead.
