Xavius Urquhart was born into a family that had known hardship. His grandfather, a proud craftsman, had seen his shop devoured by the relentless march of industrialization. His father, unable to find stable work in the face of this change, turned to odd jobs, struggling to provide for his wife and son. Xavius grew up surrounded by the ghosts of a lost trade, the scent of sawdust and oiled wood lingering in the cramped attic where they lived. He learned early on that survival required adaptability. While he respected the traditions of his forefathers, Xavius understood that clinging to the past would not secure his future. He found work as a messenger boy for a bustling shipping firm, navigating the labyrinthine streets of Pilegron with ease. His sharp wit and keen eye for detail quickly earned him promotions, eventually landing him a position in the company's accounting department. Xavius was no stranger to the city's inequalities. He had seen firsthand the struggles of the working class, their lives a constant battle against poverty and despair. Yet, he also witnessed the opulence enjoyed by the city's elite, their wealth seemingly untouchable. This disparity fueled a quiet sense of indignation within him. He believed that everyone deserved a fair chance, regardless of their origins. His nights were spent poring over ledgers and balance sheets, meticulously analyzing every transaction. Xavius sought to understand the intricate web of commerce that held Pilegron together, recognizing its potential for both progress and exploitation. He dreamed of a city where prosperity was shared, not hoarded by a select few. This dream, born in the heart of a humble messenger boy, would guide his every step. He found solace in the quiet hours spent wandering the northern edge of the city. There, amidst the untamed meadows and whispering woods, he felt a connection to something larger than himself. The untouched landscape represented a hope for renewal, a reminder that even in the face of relentless change, there remained spaces where nature reigned supreme. As the sun dipped below the horizon on Tuesday, May 20th, 1890, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, Xavius Urquhart stood at a crossroads. He had climbed the ladder of success within his company, yet he yearned for something more. The dream of a fairer Pilegron burned bright within him, and he knew that it was time to act.