To think, Kulm Frohnau is the son of nobility. But, for one so steeped in courtly manners, he wears too threadbare clothes. Why so?
Since childhood, prone to epilepsy seizures, he grew up in an atmosphere of a bizarre mixture of squeamish disgust and ardent love from parents.
These people, narrow-minded, superstitious, but kind enough not to abandon the sick child, believed that the boy was subject to the influence of evil spirits.
His parents were quite rich, so he got a notably good education for those places. He was somewhat disappointed to learn that his gift - and his curse as well - is nothing but a falling sickness. At the age of twenty years, being familiar with the basics of natural philosophy, he became an apprentice of the military surgeon and has left his native estate forever.
His elixirs and silver words have soothed the minds of many, but as for his own brain fever, he must seek out a solution elsewhere.
Twenty years later, he found a quiet haven in the lands of Bree, where his distant ancestors came from.
However, we can be sure that he will not stay here for long.