Ahnasha did not find the smell of cooked meat quite as appetizing as Fendros, but she followed along just the same. "Well, he is a very Imperial Bosmer. His name is Glarthael, and he was born in Valenwood, but he moved to Leyawiin at a very young age. He did tell me about some things of Bosmer culture, like the Green Pact, Y'ffre, descriptions of their cities, and that sort of thing, but he never really went into great detail. He didn't follow any of their customs, so I suppose they just did not matter to us...well, except one thing. Because of the Green Pact, the Bosmer cannot harm any kind of plant. As a result, they cannot use wood in construction, at least not in the way other races do. But, there is nothing in the Pact forbidding them from buying imported wood, so it carries a high price in Valenwood. My parents made quite a bit of gold exporting wood into Valenwood, even with the taxes the Dominion levied on the shipments. As for him as a person, I wouldn't call him the best father. He wasn't mean or abusive or anything, he was just...distant. It's not that he didn't care; actually, I think he believed himself to be a great and loving father, but he was always to caught up his his business ventures to see what I really thought about it. It didn't help that my older brother was enthusiastic about the whole merchant thing. He loved being my parents' apprentice, so I guess they just assumed I would like it as well. I think they thought I was just going through a rebellious phase, that I would grow to be a merchant just like them. I get that they wanted what they thought was best for me, but they really couldn't see that it was making me miserable. Still, I imagine they were devastated when I faked my death, as they did still care about me, but their life was not the one I wanted to live."