Oh my bad.
Well, in that case, I guess I might as well share Elinor's BG, it would be easy to learn most of it through connections to a smith or the arcane community. Hell, even the healers I guess.
Should make it relatively easy to get somme kind of connection somewhere.
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Elinor (don't shorten it to Ely, she hates it), was born in a pretty normal high elf family. Not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not poor either. As she grew up, Elinor quickly showed her quick wits and ability to twist anyone she talked to around her middle finger - though never with malice, mostly just to be given some sweets - which made her mother think she'd be perfect to follow in her steps as a midwife. Sadly for her - and to the not-so-secret delight of her smith of a father - Elinor found it much more interesting to make things with her own two hands, and spent as much time as she could in her father's workshop.
When her mother admitted she wasn't going to change that, she decided to switch tactics, and introduced Elinor to Alchemy. Well, introduction to an introduction to alchemy of course considering her age, but it had the advantage of satisfying everyone. Elinor as a child could obviously not forge anything so it allowed her to make things, and her mother felt that it was a much better occupation for a little girl than run around in a smithy.
Which worked...for the most part as it didn't prevent Elinor from running in the forge from time to time, just to watch her father or his apprentices work the forge or interact with the clients. It was on one of those days that Elinor's path deviated rather sharply.
An old weapon, taller than she was, had been brought to his father to be repaired. Some kind of forgotten heirloom or something. Or was it found in some kind of ruin? Well, no matter. The important thing was that Elinor one day put her hand on it and talked to it. Something she often did, except that this one time...the weapon answered. It offered her riches, she didn't care. Knowledge, the mandatory lessons were a drag already, thank you but no thank you. Kill her enemies? She had none. Power? Oh, maybe... Would it allow her to become a smith like her dad? At that point a bit disgruntled, the weapon promised just that, so Elinor eagerly agreed to the offered Pact.
To the obvious dismay of everyone when she ran to her father, holding a weapon taller and heavier than she was above her head as if it weighted nothing.
It wasn't the first time she got in trouble - far from it - but oh boy, that one time... There had been lots of talks, shouts - mother was definitely not pleased, cried, which made her cry - before a sort of solution was found. There was no going back: the Pact had been made. But Elinor could be taught what she'd need to not be ruled by it, but instead take advantage of it more than the other way around.
It was like that that the young Elf found herself apprenticed to one of the city's Wizard at a younger age than most. She missed her old life of course - even though she got to see her parents and siblings often - but thankfully it quickly became obvious that she had a gift. Maybe it had always been there, only dormant, or maybe it was part of the Pact, but Elinor became really adept really fast at shaping Arcane forces to do her bidding, even more than others known to have formed Pacts with supernatural entities much like she had.
Years passed, and not even yet an adult, her Master decided she knew enough and there was little point in keeping her: the best for her was to fly on her own.
