Not a great many people are more familiar with the druids of the Eldeen Reaches than those who grew up under their watch. South of The Wolfwood, in the village of Havenglen boasts, as all farming communities do in the Reaches, the richest soils for the largest crops.

The Ashbound had instilled, through stories of their terrorist attacks on the border nations, a belief that the manufacture and processing of natural materials was a perversion of the gifts given by Khorvaire. This fear, seared into the minds of the farming communities, Havenglen included, demanded submission and cooperation from most.

But not all who are born here take on the green thumb; such is the case for Durothil Elacaryn. Despite his parents being devout allies to the Ashbound druidic sect, Durothil would look elsewhere to make his mark.

Leaving his verdant home at a young age, Durothil knew only of the Demon Wastes to the north, though none would speak of the horrors within, and the great cities in Breland.

For years, he wandered south. He would reach the shores of Lake Galifar, named for the late empire, and venture through Aundair, finally settling in Thrane.

While he found no inner peace with the Silver Flame clerics of Flamekeep, he did discover his keen ability to creep.

He would stop traveling by daylight, using the darkness to his advantage to quickly nab a scrap of food, the odd dagger or tinderbox left alone, and would leave less than a footprint in his passing.

Alleyways and sewer grates, black curtains and misted sunsets; Durothil could feed, shop, and scout in these times. If he were discovered, and silver tongue proved inefficient, Durothil can make wandering eyes disappear with a flash of a dagger.