Coming back closer, Oren smiles- appreciating the Wood Elf lass just fine. Ah, the conversation starts. He steps closer to keep her attention.<br/><br/>"<strong>The Call, really. The Forest I grew up in was part of a land that was technically under human control. The local ruler was fine with leaving us alone as long as we left the humans alone- and that was just fine with us too.<br/><br/>But then that human fell out of power, and the new one in charge was a member of a church with a very strict view on what constitutes a family. And my mother's husband wasn't my biological father- which that church really, really didn't like. They marked me for death, so I joined the resistance.<br/><br/>And after that liberation, I just felt like I had to keep going. Like it was my calling.</strong>"<br/><br/>He smiles, remembering past adventures.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, what's your story?</strong>"