He sighs, he was going to have to open up a little bit, he only hoped he wouldn't regret it down the line.
"Well" Eiden begins, clearly apprehensive "As you may be able to tell I was born on Connoloath, and despite the anti-magic laws there I had always taken an interest in the mystic arts, which my aristocratic parents strongly disapproved of" He pauses, remembering their faces... trying not to think of how far away he was from them now. "But their wealth proved very useful, affording me numerous books, scrolls, texts, and volumes, which provided me my daily entertainment and education. I, however, became frustrated when I couldn't produce a single spell, and my parent's wants for me to carry on the family legacy and become a judge didn't help matters. That was until one day when we were traveling across the plain on our way back from some sort of important meeting that we were accosted by a group of bandit, the guard managed to take out all but one particularly skilled she-bandit, who dispatched them with ease and injured my father as a way of threatening him. It was then that I discovered my powers." At this point, Eiden's eyes look up from the ground and into his, the memory still bringing him a sort of sublime pride. It reminded him of the terrifying potential of magic, and how it holds many secrets and without proper discipline and control could be devastating.
"My worry for my father, fear of death and anger toward the bandit sort of.. exploded out of me. This as a very alien situation for me, having lead a very sheltered life and I wasn't that old at the time, anyway I cast a spell" He takes a breath in "Wel I don't know if you can call it a spell exactly but the distress caused the magic to surge out of me, killing the bandit on contact. Since then I've become a pretty decent mage if I may say so myself, I can control my powers and I know a fair few spells and techniques as well as some potions and how to brew them.
"I left for Serendipity when I came of age where I could practice my magic without fear for my life and since then I have been taking myself on adventures for the thrill of it, never ceasing to learn" He smiles at his last sentence, the story reminding him of the excitement that constantly returns to him on any adventure.
"That enough for you?" He asks, but his face changes as worry overcome him as he remembers he hasn't given details on his powers. A holdover from life in Connoloath. He mentally scolds himself for letting his background still impact his actions.