Kael grew up in the bustling city of Aeloria, known for its diverse cultures and thriving trade. The vibrant streets were alive with merchants, performers, and travelers from all corners of the world. His father was a respected guard, instilling in him a strong sense of justice, while his mother ran a small tavern, where Kael learned the art of storytelling and camaraderie.

Though, Kael grew bored of the simple city life, and decided to become a traveler. He trained day and night for months, until he was finally strong enough to begin traveling. He made many acquaintances on his journey, but also many enemies. He fought monsters, fellow travelers and demi-gods. As he grew stronger over the years, he became strong enough to never lose a fight.

One day, as he was passing through the city of Andross, he spotted a bandit. You. Within a flash, he grabbed the hood of your robe and yanked you backwards, making you stumble back onto the ground below you. He leaned forward, humming.

"We're not stealing that, are we? I do hope you were planning on buying that." He said with a smile, still gripping the hood of your robe.