You blink as the bright morning sun rouses you from your slumber. Try as you might, you can't ignore the call of the coming day any longer and you finally muster the strength to tumble out of your bedroll. You sit up, thinking about everything it is you're tasked to do today and groan a little at the thought of the busy day ahead.
Yawning, you stretch then get up and make your way over to the smoldering embers of last night's fire, its residual heat seeping into your body, lending strength to your bones. You look back at the messy bedroll you slept in, within the shelter of an ancient oak, the gnarled branches reaching into the sky. As good a place as any to sleep, you think, and the view can't be matched... You gaze out from the precipice of the hill that you have found yourself upon at the land below.
Rays of golden sun cascade across the fields and farmsteads that dot the landscape, the population of which growing denser the further north you look until you see the vast walls of the city of Arenndon the jewel of the Kingdom of Lassarya. You can see the gates to Old Town within the southernmost wall of the city, it's the district most of the Low-Folk call home and where you can find many of the factories that power the industry within the city. The smoke from the great machines within those walls can be seen for miles around, one of the many by-products of this so-called Magic-Industrial Revolution. The other by-product is money... and opportunity. You smile inwardly, you've traveled far and wide to make a name for yourself and this is the city where you will find that chance.
You finish your morning ablutions and rouse your travel companion, you'd be a fool to come to such a place without someone you could trust by your side. Travelling with you is your best friend since childhood, where ever you went, he would tag along with you, what ever you'd do, he'd do it, too. Inseparable as you've always been, he was a natural pick for companionship. You reach for your bag and pull out a sturdy leather-bound journal, You've decided to chronicle your adventures in the land of Lassarya for posterity and maybe, if you make it big, you could earn a few more coin by publishing your roadside journal.
You open the book to the first page and think of what you should write down... Well, maybe your name and profession would be a good start, every great adventure starts with humble beginnings after all! So, who are you...?