His first hobby was fish recipes; naturally enough for a fisher, he did not do too badly in that, but it would hardly make a rich man of him. He dabbled in smithcraft, but he burned his forge too hot and melted the metal away. In woodcrafting, he made no headway; starting with a large tree, he cut the trunk free, removed the bark, shaped, sawed and hammered, but did too much, finally making a pittance for wood shavings and sawdust.
Scheme after scheme failed until he met Janiffa. She was a daughter of a wealthy merchant of Eeby, but had been disowned for insults to her parents (thus came the Farolian phrase "Janiffa said that?"). She was doing tours of southern towns as an erotic dancer.
Yoprin had just finished a batch of his new recipe home-brew beer, and was selling it over the market rate outside the local inn. About half way through the barrel the inn erupted with angry shouts such as "Aaaaargh!", "Yuuuuuch!", "Oi be pisined!", "Rend!", "Maim", "Dice",.... and so on. With this came indignant rantings from the inn owners who had not given any permission for competition on their doorstep and did not like custom being stolen form under their proverbial noses (especially during the slow season.) Yoprin had an idea that his latest hobby was doomed and, probably, so was he.
Janiffa was just going out to perform. It was a little nippy around the naval but grind a bit and perhaps it would would warm up. The problem was that when she got out into the bar area she found that the common room was uncommonly empty apart from a lot of nearly full ale mugs. She peered outside (the way she was clothed, it would not be safe going out in this quarter of Sutlat) and saw a half filled barrel smelling not unlike pickled herrings (in fact, the barrels' original contents). From behind it came a short fisherman. He ran into the inn to make a run from the back door and ran instead into Janiffa's icy naval, which pleased Janiffa enormously. This was just as the lynching party charged through the back entrance and the innkeepers walked in through the front door. There was nothing else for it but for Yoprin to wriggle into Janiffa's spare costume and wiggle.
This made Janiffa jealous, since Yoprin was propositioned fifteen times during that dance, and she only once. She sweetened up after that since it came from Yoprin; she accepted, and fifteen men were disappointed at being stood up.
There was nothing for the two to do, however, but sell up and move north to a little known settlement called Frunnle, later called Wendle when Janiffa announced to her parents that she had given up showbusiness and was settling down. They immediately bought up Frunnle as a present to the loving couple.
There still remains the outstanding argument about the extra dancing girl in the Sutlat inn, who was paid full wages plus tips.
Though this is a well known tale in north Farol, even chronicled in verse in Marini's Archives in Toyr, Lord Darion and his recent predecessors seldom mention their roots.