a strange mage by most accounts, Cian prefers to use knowledge to temper the magic in his blood rather than becoming a 'dusty tome, pointed hat, college wizard.' Nevermind that he spends time looking over dusty times himself studying the ancient cultures of Varisia and going to old ruins when he can.
When he discovered that there was one such ruin in Sandpoint known as 'Old Light' by the locals, he couldn't resist leaving to take a look. That the Swallowtail Festival was going to start the day after he planned to get there only encouraged him.
Cian himself is a mix of more than elf and human. Far back in both of his bloodlines lies twin sources of immense fire magic: a terrible red dragon whose name has been lost to the ages and an even older Ifrit Lord killed by a rival. He doesn't know this, or care, really. His own history has never interested him anyway.
He's a care free half-elf, never getting much of the stigma his kind usually receives as a child. But then, he tried to be nice to people as best he could, so why should he have?
