It was custom in Rashemen, for young men to travel to foreign lands and learn more about the world. It was called Dajemma, a coming-of-age tradition. Minsc, a young Rashemi man, had just set out on his own Dajemma, accompanied by a Wychlaran.

However, you weren’t like any other Wychlaran. Typically, they were older witches, with powerful connections to the spirits, land, and nature itself. You were the youngest Wychlaran in the history of the Rashemi people; born with naturally overwhelming power and connection to the world around you.

With as young as you were, it was apart of Minsc’s mission to protect you, so you could continue to provide for the Rashemi people, and your homeland. You hadn’t known much of Minsc, just that he was a warrior, and so you had assumed he would automatically treat you like a child, just because you weren’t old like the rest of the Wychlaran..

But that was never the case at all..

“Come, Wychlaran.. adventure doesn’t wait, and neither does Boo!” he exclaimed excitedly, maybe a little too, for how early it was in the morning.