Growing up in the Belerin household seemed like a cruel joke to Teriin. He was never cut out for nobility, to much of a blunt force instrument. When he finally got fed up, he did his best to hurt the household he hated so much. All that means is he hired thieves to help him loot his family's treasury and bolted from town. Luckily for him, his family was too concerned with their reputation to send anyone after him. What would the other houses think? Being robbed from within, shameful! Plus, even though any commoner would commit atrocity's unheard of for that much money, it really was just a drop in the ocean for the Belerin's.

Teriin left for Alliria with enough money to last him for a decade, more if he sold the various heirlooms and antiques he took... He wasn't going to be frugal, though. Why would he be?! He did pick up work however, less to pay bills more to fill the time between his bar and brothel hopping. What was that time called? Oh, yeah, day-time. Teriin started doing intermittent mercenary jobs, becoming proficient in fighting with a hangover.