One Lucas Brennan grew up in Myrken Wood during some of its brighter years. Those days most could barely remember before the Baie, before the drow, before the wars, dragons, vampires, and demons. His family was of middling means. The son of a cobbler and a baker's assistant, they worked hard and lived comfortably.
In his youth he'd shown an interest and aptitude for the healing arts. Lucas had spent his time trailing after the healers of the Rememdium, soaking up whatever tidbits he could as they fixed the townsfolk and travelers alike. His parents had encouraged this curiousity, finding him books of study and even paying for some tutorship with one of the local doctors. When he'd come of age he'd been told that much of what they'd made had been put aside to pay for him to school in Razasan.
And to school he went. To what was considered one of the finest academies on the continent, or so they boasted. There here delved into his learning and eventually graduated. He had a piece of paper that said he could fix a broken person, and an offer to work within the city's own hospital. There he'd remained until the most recent letter from his parents.
It told him of the conditions of the town; the horrors, the earthquake, those who fell ill or wounded, and the dying. Lucas also learned that his cousin was sick from a mist in the air weeks back after the quake. They'd begged him come and see to her.
It took some effort to escape the city, and then a tedious carriage ride that ended on the road between the Dagger and Rememdium. Dr. Brennan had stepped down from the cabin with one hand holding his hat in place and the other shouldering a bag with all his worldly goods. His brown eyes peered up from under the brim of his hat towards the Dagger and he'd shaken his head. A glance was given for the town, he'd send a runner down to tell his family he was home.
Then at last he turned about smartly and walked into the door of the Edificium. He was home, he'd quit his old job. If things were as bad as they said in Myrken, he was needed here more. There was quite a bit of work that could be done.