Kalam Makhir, Elven Arcane Duelist

Kalam Makhir was the son of Morgeana Makhir, an ex slave. Her master was Ali Ababa, he was a wealthy merchant who made his fortune in trade of rare woods.
Morgeana Makhir was a slave who won her freedom by defending her master from would be bandits. Stumbling across a plot by accident, against her master. She had found a large number of bandits hiding in the storage barn of the property. While none of them noticed her, she locked the shed and fired the building. Killing all the bandits inside, all save one. The leader was disguised as a visiting merchant in the house. Once he found out what happened, he escaped in the chaos.
After a few years he returned disguised as another merchant. While Ali Ababa and his nephew Alazar was fooled by the disguise, Morgeana wasn't. She recognized the bandit leader but played like she didn't. When asked to entertain the guest, Morgeana preformed a dance. Before doing so, she hid a Janbiya on her person. Near the end of the dance she struck. Plunging the dagger into the bandits heart, killing him instantly. She then quickly explained why she had done so to Ali.
Ali graciously set Morgeana free, having saved his life and his family twice. After Morgeana was set free by Ali, he offered his nephews hand in marriage in return for saving their lives, tieing her to the family.
A few months after the wedding Kalam was born. He was the son of Morgeana Makhir and Alazar Ababa. As such Kalam would want for nothing. Later in life though Kalam grew bored with the life of a merchants son. He would often go out in disguise as a paupers kid, just to play with the other kids. He soon learned the art of a cut purse. Though he didn't need the money, he often gave it to his friends.
One day a large floating palace visited their city. It wasn't a common site but it was known to visit the city every few years. It often brought strange trade goods and rare spices, though very few ever saw anyone from the palace. The coin that flowed through the city made them not question it.
During one outting with his pauper friends, he chose an easy mark. An old man with a younger one in tow, they were flashing around a lot of coin, buying supplies.
It caught Kalam's eye, so he made his move. He "accidently" bumped into the old timer, his hand deftly plucking the purse away, like a ripe fruit. The purse was heavy, Kalam noticed, as he tucked it away and continued walking.
Then he felt the wind brush past his shoulder. The old man was in front of him. Kalam, a bit impressed, took to a side ally, running like the wind. As he rounded a corner there was the old man. With this Kalam heard feet hitting the gravel behind him, he looked over his shoulder at the young man.
Kalam then kicked a bucket at the young man head, as he ducked, Kalam used his back as a spring board to get on the nearest roof. As he ran across the roof, he looked back over his shoulder, thinking he lost his pursuers. As he turned back around, there was the old man. Kalam skidded to a halt, in stunned disbelief. "There's no way!" he proclaimed, the old man grinned at him. "How?" he asked of the old man. "Come, I'll show you." the old man answered.