Pierre The Metis

Pierre's life was a simple one.  He left his people and his moderately prosperous life, seeking adventure and to explore the world.  His motivations were simple, his father was a far-seeker, as was his father before him.  They explored hundreds of miles from the lands they knew.  They gathered much information, but it was the maps that drew Pierre.  Maps of the way things were, maps of the best places to hunt game, the hidden places of safety and the places of danger.  Maps were the heart of knowledge, condensed into a perfectly understandable and near-universal form.

And Pierre explored.  And created maps.  And survived.  It was not always universally easy, there was much hardship and discovery.  But many people were met, and his life was good.  Until he encountered a small nation, run by a Dragonblooded.  One who was very unwelcoming to visitors.  One who had him dragged before him.  Who insulted Pierre.  Pierre was unmoved.  Who mocked Pierre.  Pierre was unmoved.  Who with a gesture of flame destroyed Pierre's collection of maps.  Pierre was Exalted.

After the battle Pierre left.  And started making new maps.  After some time, he finally made his way to the great city-ship.