Daergor is a lonesome traveller who's spent most of his life wandering around the known world. His path was not easy, nor was it honourable. All his life Daergor has been pursuing wealth and fame, and in his homeland he was on a good way to achieve this goal if it hadn't been for a tribal feud that shattered his plans for good. He never talks about it, for the pain would be too great if he had to give it a form of a spoken word, but the scars on his soul are far deeper than they seem. And they are not healing.

He came to the lands of Eriador by chance, or maybe by intention that was secretly driving him northwards. The stories of buried treasures of the ancient kings were something that he dreamed of ever since he was a child, something that his merchant and exploration spirit could not ignore. After many months of travel and many more of captivity, he managed to reach Bree-land. He placed his talents to a good use immediatelly, earning enough coin to live a life every Bree-lander could wish for. Except for his inner peace that could never be bought, an invaluable treasure that was out of his reach.