Year 1834: Sepaa joined the scouts as a young Nazcan brave. The idea of bravery in battle appealed to him and he hoped to bring glory to himself and his tribe. His young wife chided him gently for his choice at the time; maybe recognising his gentle soul.
Year 1838: Sepaa leaves the scouts. He returns home with a nasty jagged scar on the left side of his face and a chunk missing from his left ear. Whatever happened, he doesn't speak of it. He is quieter and much less full of bravado; he suffers from nightmares and learns to play the flute to calm his nerves.
Yaksin, his wife, welcomes him home with open arms. She gives him a stone amulet with a lotus flower carved into it as a welcome home present - the stone charm was handed down through the women in her family and she tells him it will heal his shattered nerves.
Year 1839 - Year 1854: The intervening years are calm if not very prosperous. Sepaa and Yaskin have three daughters between 1839 and 1844. Sepaa tries to carve out a homestead on the southern border of Nazca. He ekes out a living as a hunter and trapper. He also begins to learn about medicinal herbs and first aid; he adds a bit to his income selling some medicinal herbs and salves along the Aether frontier. The years pass quietly, but happily as well. Sepaa raises his daughters, often bringing one of them with him on a hunting trip, or when crossing the border to barter his hides and herbs along the frontier.
Year 1855: Sepaa leaves his homestead on a hunting trip, planning to travel into the frontier to barter on his way back. It is a typical end-of-season trip. Little did he know it would end far from typical.
Year 1856: Sepaa knew something was wrong when his daughters were not on the ridge above his path waving at him as he travelled the last few leagues home. They usually could see his campfire from the cliffs a day or so before he reached his homeward path, so he was slightly worried when he didn't see them in their usual spot; all smiles and excited waves.
As he reached closer to home, his discomfort grew to alarm when he saw the thick smoke and smelled the burning. He sprinted through the jungle as fast as he could, but he knew he was already too late. Far, far too late.
Whatever had happened was long over. His homestead was crushed and ruined, what wasn't missing was in flames or smashed beyond repair. The bodies of his eldest daughter and wife were found outside their lodge; of his two youngest daughters there was no sign.
Year 1857: Barely a year has passed since Sepaa's life was turned upside-down. He has travelled along the border and the Aether frontier seeking clues and hoping to find some sign, any sign, that will lead him to knowledge of his beloved daughters. He holds onto hope the way a drowning man clings to a raft.
While working in Aether, both as a traveling apothecary and as a wandering huntsman, he has made two "friends". The first was a self-proclaimed adventurer and treasure hunter, Palden. He helped patch the young man up after an attack and the two found they got along well enough. The other was Gavin, a fellow huntsman who he met while stalking prey on occasion and sometimes shared drinks with.