Xain

 A handful of generations ago, a simple merchants daughter caught the eye of a morally questionable red dragon. The rest, as they say, is history. The offspring that came from such a thing would eventually produce more, and as time went on and on, the family tree would grow.

On occasion the draconic blood would flairup in a decendent or two, but none would reach quite the level that the son of a succesful merchant family would. Upon reaching puberty, the changes that Xain’s body went through would be jumpstarted by the blood of his great grandfather, arcane talents and abilities would flourish leading his merchant parents to enroll him into a school for aspring arcanists. Xain’s entry to this school would begin with a significant interest in the arcane, and very little interest in the actual studies and history. His ability to talk his way through most situations would only last him so long until the inevitable lack of nessisary marks to remain in school would lead to his removal. Xain took it upon himself to learn more of the arcane through his own methods and at his own pace, helping his family run the business while crafting spells and learning tidbits about magical items from various merchants from across the continent. Before long, he had had enough of sitting about waiting for sales and customers, wanderlust had struck him. Enough of waiting for the magical items to come to him, it was time to go out into the world and find them, learn more about them, and possibly even make his own. So many artifacts, so little time.

The Gem
"It seems to be massive stone...one that draws my eye quite easily for obvious reasons. Minor wards have been placed and locations have been noted.   Perhaps in time I will return and figure out a way to return this stone to the guild and claim a hefty profit.   Starting capital would be most welcome, however, its creation has me slightly worried.   No matter, once it is in the wizards hands, it will not be my problem."