From a young age, he showed a natural affinity for animals—particularly horses. Driven by curiosity and ambition, Shariif pursued informal training near the Kenyan border, apprenticing with travelers and amateur trainers. His journey to Vesland was not easy. He traveled as a stowaway aboard a freighter ship bound for the coastal city of Lirath. With only a satchel of supplies and his reputation whispered among a few riders, he found himself in a land that prized bloodlines over talent, and pedigree over passion.
But Vesland did not welcome strangers. In Vesland, lineage was currency. Stables bore family crests older than kingdoms, and the horses were spoken of with more reverence than their handlers. Shariif, nameless and undocumented, became a shadow in the margins—an extra pair of hands at auction yards, a mute laborer at traveling circuses, a groom for hire in villages too poor to care about bloodlines.
But even in the margins, talent has a way of making itself known. As part of a fragile peace treaty, the Nereus family gifted Garbrant to a southern embassy—who had no idea how to handle him. The horse thrashed, bucked, bit diplomats. On advice from a stable hand, they summoned Shariif, known for his quiet way with animals. When he entered the paddock, the chaos stopped. In front of kings and ministers, Shariif tamed Garbrant not with might, but stillness. The moment was seen as symbolic—and launched Shariif’s rise as a quiet force in Vesland politics.
It was Garbrant that carried him further than any ship could.