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The High Houses of the Ursidae Council are once again rife with political strife and betrayal. The sons of the Houses Tremarctos and Ailuropoda, rival houses in the salmon trade, have become close friends at the Noble Academy of the Sciences. They have just left, without their parents knowing, on an adventure through the world to discover the secrets of science and magick without the eyes and claws of their families.
This is where their story begins, on the road to Estinthas, through dark woods.

And as a recap, here we have Lord Arctodus:
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Name: Lord Arctodus Tremarctini
Age: 5 (much older in bear years, roughly 17)
Short Bio: I am Lord Arctodus Tremarctini, of the High House of Tremarctos. House Tremarctos has been an established lineage in the Ursidae Council, which was founded in part by my very ancestors. As the youngest cub of House Tremarctos, it is my responsibility to sit in upon political discussions and learn the ways of my fore-bears, as I will take my father's place when he passes. However, I favor the sciences more than the political endeavors, and as such I have become great friends with a fellow scientist, Gansu, of House Ailuropoda, a rival house to my own. We share intrigue of the many machinations of science and magick, and hope to possibly combine the two in ways unfathomable before us.

Lord Arctodus Tremarctini pawed through his nap-sack searching for his flask. Only three hours on the road and already thirsty, he popped open the top of the steel container and sipped on the sweet honey inside. It was a gift for his 10th birthday, honey from the rare bees of the northlands. Extremely sweet, with a cooling sensation. He savored the nectar and stowed it away again, afterwards snapping his nap-sack onto his utility belt.
"I am now ready, Gansu, let us continue if you are as well. Hopefully, if we make with haste, we will not be forced to retire in this dreary place. It smells of badgers, the vile greedy things."
Arctodus checked the energy on his plasma pistol, making sure it was not losing a charge. When one is the son of a noble, one must always be prepared, with claw and gun to defend honor and life.

Arctodus lumbered forward, sighing at his friend's drunken display. Moving on all fours, for speed and stability, he continued down the road with Gansu, hardly stopping but for a brief moment. In a few hours, they will reach Estinthas, a major port city on the western coast. From there they might find passage aboard ship or air-vessel to farther places, or perhaps trade for knowledge of powerful sites of magical energy. The day is still young, barely past noon. Hopefully, the roads will be clear of too many passerby; Arctodus's mechanical eyepatch is a feature too well known, both in appearance and back-story. In summation of a not too long, but long enough, story, elves are good hagglers.

Reaching the port city. "Your people make the best! Houn'ney!" he bellowed at an elf merchant. Unable to control his voice, he decides it's a great idea to harass the merchant for spiked honey. "I'll give you two mast for you to refill my gourd here!" Gansu looks over at Arctodus. "I'm feelin' generous! Give the fill to my friend over here too! I'll give you four mast" He pays no attention to the look he knows he'll receive from Arctodus. He fully knows how little they're allowed to spend on their journey, but he simply does not give a damn.

Arctodus ran down the road as fast as he could, only stopping when he caught a whiff of the honey from his flask. He slowly came to a stop and paced around the area, sniffing everywhere for his bag. Unfortunately, his scent isn't what most bears is; he could not place the exact location of his bag. Growling, he muttered to himself, "I know it's around here somewhere..."
He pounded the ground with his paw in frustration, taking a deep breathe and then pausing to think on the situation. He clicked his claws on his belt where the bag usually took residence, trying to remember what he did last with it.