"My mother left Everemeet for a better life. Or after life, as elves go, any full elf of Evermeet dies and returns into a cycle of rebirth. Their souls start over in the next generation, and though their memories of the past aren’t clear, the connections that shape them are. Being a half-elf, quickly realized that we would only have this one life together, and she did not want it under the judgment of the Evermeet elves. So we fled to Cormyr. She died of no great importance, buried in an unmarked grave somewhere. It was then that I decided I did not want to let her lineage die in another unmarked grave. If I can’t join her in the cycle, then I would honor her in life. So I spent years squiring as a vassal to the Nettle family. Even got to the age to train the Queen’s future personal Knight, Fenwyr. I spent many years tending to the Purple Dragon knights and even built my own honor and success. Something my mother would be proud of, even if it is only a small mark in Cormyr. My life was simple until the Queen’s age and unfounded heir became a concern. My home is in turmoil because of one reckless, hapless woman. Perhaps if she weren’t the princess of the realm and the answer to all these issues, I would be more forgiving of her desire to write her own path. But as it stands, she is the thorn in my side I cannot forget. Not now and not back at the tourney. She has turned my life upside down even before I found her in Greenest.”
Ser Symon De Arnott