Business is business, and everybody's money spends the same. If you're avoiding town for any reason, and you have need of my services for gem pouch selling, purchases, to pass on a message, make a delivery, temporarily deposit coin for you in my account (I keep detailed records), or what have you, contact me via albredine crystal ring or "messenger pigeon".
I make my home in Muspar'i but, given notice, I will travel to your location in any of the major cities or islands (or Fang Cove) to conduct your business for you. All I ask is a fair percentage for my time and effort (the amount of which is up to you), and a kind word about me to others who may need my services. 'No questions asked.
Athan was born in Dirge to a serving wench at the Darkstone Inn. His father was a passing Sand Elf Trader, known only as "Mozut," whom never passed that way again.
His birth was not welcome, and his mother vented her frustration and anger on him from infancy, often ignoring him for days while she entertained the wealthy Traders in her room. If not for the innkeeper's wife taking pity on him and feeding him from a milk-soaked rag, he would surely have died before the end of his first year.
Growing up on the streets of Dirge - ignored, penniless, and near-starving - Athan developed a soul-searing jealousy of the rich Traders to whom his mother gave her attentions. He vowed to become one of them at any cost. To that end, at the tender age of thirteen, he apprenticed himself to a fat Rakash Trader, called Barachags, who used young Athan for his pleasure.
As distasteful as being with Barachags was, Athan astutely learned the Trader's profession and made himself indispensable on the road. A scant two years later, at the age of fifteen, he gained complete control of his destiny. Barachags' weight and lack of physical activity finally caught up with him, and the old Rakash died of heart failure on the long trade route between Therenborough and Fornsted. Athan delivered the body to the Fornsted outpost and waited in Muspar'i while Barachags' will was opened and examined by the guildleaders in Crossing.
While perusing the famous music shops of the Sun's Egg, Athan was approached by an elderly Sand Elf woman who mistook him for her son, long since dead. The woman's family agreed that the resemblance was uncanny, and asked to have him magically tested by the city's Empaths, to determine his heritage. As it turned out, the senile old woman was right. Athan Cinderfield, half-elven guttersnipe of Dirge, shared the blood of House Cholesturi, a powerful Musparan merchant dynasty.
By the time word came up from Crossing that Barachags had left all of his holdings to Athan, the Cholesturis had wholeheartedly accepted Athan as one of their own. Nowadays, Athan can be seen on the road with his caravan, trading between Riverhaven and Muspar'i.