Sarvi was born to his small island clan as a warrior destined for travel. Gifted as being one of the strongest and keen of his kind, he could have easily been chieftain had he desired. Instead, while others of his kind were seeking a connection with their natural habitat and earning their place within the clan, Sarvi was charting the immediate areas, writing maps and journals of his recent voyages to nearby cities and settings, and daydreaming of the freedom he would earn after reaching adulthood. Considered to contain the most wanderlust of his people, after passing his rite of adulthood, he would shock his elders by stating his place in the clan would be one away from it, to bring their customs to other civilizations, and to return once he felt the restlessness in his heart to cease. It has been ten years, and that restlessness has only grown. Now he journeys to Isola with his maps and ink in his hands, and his people’s natural guidance on his back.