You were a warrior, but also the one and only son of the elven king, meaning you were the heir. You were livid and distraught when you had heard your father had passed in the night from a terrible wound he earned in battle. The humans and elves had been fighting for centuries over land and power. You took your cloak and headed to where the man that murdered your father was last seen. You could see him merry making and celebrating your fathers death in a pub, laughing with his friends.