Where is he from some might ask.
Where is anyone from really?
When you’ve spent so much of your young life traveling from place to place,
living in inns along the way, it’s hard to call any one place home.
This is where he is now.

A family of tinkers and engineers working from town to town, war to war, place to place,
perhaps the road is more a home to those sort and more relaxing to be on then
any bed that others passing the same ways might have slept in the night before.
This is or was his life growing up.

Studying under a Master smith (His Grandfather) of glass and metals, designing war machines and tools of war he picked up the skills of all those along the way but he has an affinity for “Laen” ..The Elvin glass.
In his studies, he learned the tricks of the mysterious substance found in fields after pyroclastic displays in broken lands or under the earth in places where heat vents gave way to vast secrets underground and the tunnels could bring you close to the flowing heated natural glasses of the earth.
In those dark or foreboding corners one could find “Laen”. In places where the most vibrant of the natural world’s forces met with the fields of probability and magic in it’s raw form and mixed them together one found “Laen”.
In it’s natural form a smoky opaque smooth or edged glass crystal with white milky edges harder then any known natural stone immune to heat and yes, even getting harder the hotter it became till near indestructibility. It is only with like extremes of cold that the glass became viscous and flowed, being able to be worked into the forms that other glass took so readily under heat. The temperatures that froze stone to splintering and could not be found in the natural world readily or even in the magic of Mages that were not trained to extinction in the trade were needed to work the substance. Few now the secrets but him now.
This was his legacy.

Taking the trade after his Grandfather passed on and traveling the lands of the world adopting his own ways and ideas to the craft, he makes his way here and there traveling light with his magical forge and tools, hunting for places where the Laen can be found and engineering wonders with it as only seen and heard of in stories, or trying to anyway. Many now have never known this art even existed let alone seen the crafts of the Laenworkers of old. His is a dieing craft but a skill worthy of keeping alive.
He enjoys infusing his works with enchantments to enhance the creation. Blades so light and well balanced as to feel as if it is just the handle in hand but with the precise edge of glass and able to cut through virtually any substance, ridged and hard as the greatest of metals unrusting and always sharp.
He even makes engines of small size, toys perhaps by other’s standards that can make amazing music, the chiming of small glass bells or the ring of rubbing crystal’s smooth edges, or jewelry of exceeding strength, durability, and beauty. He is a craftsman for all his youth and still there is much to learn.
Now his travels have led him here to the lands of “Beware” and here he may find a home. He has skill with many of the bladed and missile weapon types he is able to construct. Good skills, enough to have gotten him this far. He has skills in dealing with the people he’s met along the way, bartering and selling as well as getting to know those around him and their needs. It was a necessity when you made your life based on filling the needs of others. He also has skill with the stealthy arts of staying quiet and unseen when needs be. Hunting the precious glass could often take him to places that were home to creatures of great ferocity and you can’t use the stuff if you die before you get it to the forge!