Timber grew up in the Falwood, a deep dark portion of the woods where the rarest of plants grow wild and free. His childhood was spent training to defend the woods and nature as a whole. His parents were proud traders, dealing with the elves regularly trading rare magical reagents for elven breads and other treats the pixies had not mastered making yet. This, however, was not his dream, he trained hard and joined the militia. Things were mostly quiet; stop a badger from attacking the village, help mend birds wings, things like that. Then one day that all changed, he was tasked with leaving the village to accompany a small group of elves to a nearby human settlement. He didn't listen to the particulars, something about a mage performing dark rituals, turned out to be baseless paranoia. But he saw a small human village for the first time. His curiosity was piqued, he had to know all the tings about humans and their technologies, magics, why were they so big? He had to know. Upon his return home, he announced his leaving, his family and friends were upset by this news but he had to, and after a while, they came to accept it. He said his farewell and made his way to Alliria, and has made his home in a tree in what appears to be a park. Now he looks forward to joining in on adventures and cajoling in the tavern, even though he has a tendency to end up underfoot, or wheel, or hoof, and on more than one occasion under mug at the tavern.