Mother always said that Florin's father was a troubadour from Evermeet. That would certainly explain his elven heritage and the touch of the Fey that he bears, but Mother is such a flighty one herself that Florin has on occasion thought his elven blood came from her. Whichever way it was, Florin the boy was always playing in the forest, coming back with tales of afternoons spent with brownies and satyrs. Well…

Uncle Carl, an altogether more serious fellow, taught the boy some proper woodcraft and it was as well he did, for Florin became known all around for his skill with the longbow and was able to bring meat and pelts home for the pot or for market. Then one day, he just disappeared. Carl was furious, saying the boy could be dead on the road for all they knew, but Mother seemed not to worry a jot. "He'll come back some day a great hero," she said, her eyes a-sparkle, "or failing that, I expect him to have sired some grandchildren for me at the very least!"