Let this be the day that a part of Svett's story be told.
Svett is as wild as what gnomes are commonly blamed to be. His spirit is not quenched by ordinary tasks, instead he lives with great imagination and determination. Guided by his existential principles, he seeks his companions to reach the goals that they envision themselves being. This does not have to require the need of silly concepts like society that other races hold so dear sometimes.
Cruelty and malice are what people act on someone else. Svett would constantly say, ""No, No, No, No, No, be kind to what is outside of your mind. Means not that you not be kind or follow to your own mind." Sanrenrae teachings invoked a passion and obsession that has driven Svett "mad" every since. Redemption was a clear principle that Svett enjoyed the most. It matched with his great optimism towards a better world. It was a algorithm that defied other gods. Even evil should have a choice to change. Svett wanted the taller people to realize that. Svett unfortunately could not wield a sword. Well... He is not really into fighting anyway. So, he took the scholarly pastime of reading. Learned as much religion he could muster (Sarenrae especialy). Slowly but surely, Svett took to learning languages. There are many reasons why he spent is energy in the study of languages. He found, when reading, that certain religious texts in his grasp were in other languages outside of his own knowledge. He struggled learning the common tongue, but that only determined him to continue at it like a sword at a whetstone. With increased communication, he traveled for the thrill of adventure and to talk about his obsessive tastes. Unfortunately, Svett is rather naive. He saw a red creature that he regarded quite curiously. He wanted to speak to this creature hoping all the best...
Svett soon realized himself to be in a bloody mess. His near death experience, brought strange alterations in his body. His heart beats often irregular, defying common rhythm of his kind. While his devotion to Sanrenrae was more philosophical, the inclusion of spirituality intruded in his life. Maybe by that strange external event or outside source.
More confused than ever, Svett awoke in his own blood, alive and mostly blind. The scar remained on his stomach.
Many years later, curious to know more about these red creatures. He heard of some kind crusade or such going to happen in Kenebres. This might be the only chance he has to truly understand what has happened to him.
Perfect opportunity to learn their language...
