Danovir of the Peaks

Where the fair winds blow you may find Danoviir of the North. Danoviir had a hard life. Growing up in Drachenthorne was bad enough, growing up on the outskirts was worse. He lost his Elven mother tragically to Swamprot at a very young age. She was quarantined and Danoviir never got to know her. She was a beautiful elf from a place unknown and although he didn’t know her he was sad to see her leave. He was raised by his father who barely spoke discernible common. Danoviir fantasized that it was an injury from a long forgotten war and that his dad was a hero. The count ended up taking him away however for reasons unbeknownst to Danoviir. He then was whisked away to a children's home in Pav Ature. Now at 51 years of age he calls home Mourning Soul Peaks. He lives in a small shack built into a rock face with a small cave inside. He has two mules and hunts off the land. The life is dangerous but bearable and the silence is golden and he loves living alone. His only interaction with people being when he goes to the market in Enitone or Drachenthorne . There they call him Danoviir of the North, given that he has no last name to speak of. He laughs and smiles with his associates and looks forward to seeing them from time to time but mostly he loves the mountains. His home away from home. In 1672 he sought out the The White Rabbits, and was clearly the perfect match to lead the guerilla groups elite rangers. After the victory against the forces in Drachenthorne , Danovir disappeared without a word, and has been rarely seen since.