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Chapter 2

She lay battered and bloody by the hearth on the wooden floor. She felt the
blood pooling by her right arm as she gasped for breath. Her drunk of a husband
had beaten her senseless, and that is something she was used to, but when he
started cursing the child in her swollen belly and kicking it something within
her snapped. She doesn't know how many times she stabbed him, but he was dead as
dead. It took her a few minutes to calm herself and to realize her water had
broken and her baby was on it's way.

When she arrived at the Windflower Inn she was near death. She had crawled the
last half mile through the muddy streets of cobbled stone. Nobody helped, she
was ridiculed like a beggar by various humans and minotaurs alike. Yet she had
friends here who knew her plight and took her in readily. Through some miracle
of divine intervention the baby arrived healthy and happy. The mother passed.

Oddly enough fate was kind to young Pierri, named after his mother's father as a
dying request. He was taken in by a young couple from the conjurer's guild who
themselves had just had a child. He could not have found better adoptive parents
if he had tried and they raised him as their own. He was taught the basics of
conjuration by them, though he took up work at the lumber yard of the Seantryn
Docks at a young age. He enjoyed the simple work and he made many friends with
his kindness and proclivity towards being generous. He was shielded from most
harm by his parents watchful scrying and such intrusive protection became second
nature to him.

As he grew into young adulthood it became apparent that he had inherited some of
his father's traits. He grew quick to anger, but he was also passionate and
fiery in good ways. He wears his emotions on his sleeves at all times and when
he is excited about something it is to the point of obsession.

Such excitement would eventually lead him to leave Seantryn Modan in search
of...the perfect drink.