When Duilan was a boy, he was the black sheep of the family. He was much more educated then his brother and sisters but after he "accidently" burned down their house, his father sent him to study his alchemy crap in an academy that was forming in the lands of Dale. The love of the young boy to fire only got him more trouble and eventually he was expelled. Accused to be a pyromaniac and an outlaw, Duilan was forced to move somewhere else. He tried to stay with the dwarves but after he "accidently" turned the beard of one of the dwarves bright green, they kicked him out of their society. The elves didn't even let him enter their realm. And so Duilan came to the land of Bree. That was the place for him, he was thinking. It looked a lot like Dale but with far less water around. Wich was not a good sign for his experiments.
 He invested all the coins he had made from his travel in an old cabin outside the town of Bree. It wasn't much but it was something with a roof and four walls, which was enough for now. 

 Couple of weeks passed and Duilan met an old alchemist called Doril. Doril was like Duilan after forty years. They found a lot of common interests and made the old cabin of Duilan their lab. Doril became Duilan's teacher and they could even make some coin from their work.