Triston King

Human Ranger

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Background

Triston grew up in Hearthmere, where spring steam and mountain cold meet in the same breath. His father is a miner who works the claims in the Skyglass Range, and Triston learned early to understand the rhythms of that life: shift changes before dawn, tools left drying by the hearth, and the look on a person's face when the mountain has been unkind. He spent more time than most boys on the trails above town, following hunters' paths, carrying messages, and learning which weather was merely unpleasant and which could kill you.

He first met the Hatter of Hearthmere on a simple errand, going into the hat shop in Hearthmere to buy his father a new mining cap. What Triston expected to be a quick purchase became one of the Hatter's long, curious conversations. The Hatter took the job seriously, fitted his father with something worthy of the work, and remembered Triston afterward.

That meeting opened the door to a wider circle than Triston had known before. In time, the Hatter of Hearthmere introduced him to Tiny Arm Tim, and from there the web kept growing. Triston still feels most at home with a trail ahead of him and stone at his back, but he has started to understand that the roads between people can matter as much as the roads through the mountains.

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