Hjalkar

The father, Kjartan

My father was a very skilled and wealthy merchant who traveled extensively throughout Eldham and returned from his travels with artifacts and adventures to tell. I didn't see him much but he was and still is my idol. After his death I decided to continue his path and having inherited his fortune I had a lot of resources to spend on traveling. He was about as tall as me, brown eyes and brown hair he too wore a long mustache and an orange cloak with gold pins that I now carry on my shoulders. He was brave and always planned everything he loved what was forbidden and always took the hardest road because he considered it the most adventurous. He too was a direct descendant like my grandparents of the Yakroan race and he spoke the ancient language very well and he taught me it himself. He was also wise and gave me an interest in politics, especially foreign politics, which he nevertheless did not have the opportunity to follow despite wanting to be a diplomat. He also loved collecting junk and objects of all kinds that he brought back from his travels. I heredited most of his skills and habits and also some of his defects.

The mother, Drerae

My mother was younger than my father, she had black eyes with shades of a strong emerald green and also beautiful long straight hair of a pure black color with shades of a silvery white. She was very fond of nature, plants and had a catalog where she kept track of all the species of herbs, plants, fruits and trees that she found around Eldham, even my father often brought her exotic plants from his travels in beautiful decorated vases. I remember that she had a big encyclopedia dedicated to animals and insects, all written in the ancient language which she knew very well, better than my father being she too a Yakroan. I spent most of my time with her, spending summers in her large greenhouse full of exotic birds, colorful insects and plants of all kinds, I liked it a lot and was fascinated by all the variety inside. In that same greenhouse she read to me in the winter afternoons the stories that had been handed down to her by her family, of which, however, I don't know much, she never talked about them much and my father didn't seem to know much too. My mother died before my father because of the poison of a particular snake that bit her in its own greenhouse, since there was no antidote, unfortunately we could not do anything. Like my father transmitted me the passion for politics and trading my mother gave me the passion for plants, herbs and animals of all kinds, I wish that one day I will be able to build a greenhouse like the one she had in our old home.

The grandparents

Dolmitia and Versnio were my grandparents on my father's side the only ones because I never knew them from my mother and little was known about her family for some reason still unknown to me today. My grandparents died about fifteen years after my birth they were very old and sick. My grandmother had a passion for literature in the ancient language, she loved reading and writing poems about nature which she loved as my mother also taught the ancient language in a school not very far from my home she helped me to learn it at the beginning and she really liked taking me to take long walks in the forest behind the house. She was not very tall, she had gorgeous white hair that she always kept cared for using plants and uguents that only she knew her eyes were very beautiful they were also white but with shades of aquamarine blue. My grandfather Versnio, on the other hand, was taller and more robust, had brown hair like my father and brown eyes. He loved to build objects of all kinds with wood and enjoyed riding his steed in the steppes of the nation often when he returned from his excursions he used bring some rabbit or some hare that my grandmother then cooked. He too had been a merchant for part of his life but then he devoted himself to his family and stopped traveling.