Ezokhine's calling - The path of a blessed craftman

Wood and bone, although primitive, can be shaped into beautiful creations. This is what Pharaan dedicated himself to for most of his life until now, yet limited by the extent of his tools and the knowledge of his kind.
 
Seeking to further hone his craft, he wandered the thick jungles of Khao, seeking to learn the secrets of Druidic magic. His affinity with nature and magic proved useful to quickly learn, just by watching them from a safe distance. For Firbolgs are known to be reclusive, keeping to themselves and avoiding contact with outsiders of other races, yet naturally gifted with the ability to blend themselves in among them if needed.
 
Pharaan’s thirst to expand his craft however, was not satisfied by the druidic teachings which focused on things like “balance”, “life” and “nature”. As his frustration grew, one night of restless sleep, a vision of the past flooded his mind. Immobile and fixed in place, he saw the primitive and untamed jungle evolve through time, until the wake of civilization came, and slowly developed to its present state, at which point his consciousness returned to him.
 
Upon waking up, he could feel his hand clutched something. A round, cracked stone rested in his palm, a message perhaps, although the meaning behind it escaped him. It took a few “expeditions” in disguise, to piece together what this “message” was, and who it came from. Pharaan had finally found a calling that aligned with his ambitions for fine craftmanship. Ezokhine, The Stone Shaper had shown him a path he could follow.
 
No longer cautious, Pharaan snuck into a ship sailing across The Sickened Sea, arriving in Dolten, a land permeated by the influence of the Grey Pantheon. Feeling at home in the Feywood, he didn’t see the need to hide himself anymore around the Doltenians, instead he actively seeks skilled craftsmen to learn from and exotic materials to work with.