Having grown up in the mountains north of Haense, Alder grew in a harsh environment that never broke his resolve. Always ready to help others, he eagerly asked a wandering knight if he could join his order. Amused and bewildered, the knight accepted. And so Alder was inducted into a sect of the Brotherhood of the Golden Crozier in the far north. Dutiful and eager to help others, he took his position with pride. Only four days after he was inducted, the temple was attacked. Raiders and cultists razed the temple to the ground. From miles around you could see the pillar of smoke from the fire. Alder does not know how he survived, but he awoke underneath a pile of rubble, his flesh marred with a massive burn that covered almost his entire body. Searching the area for hours proved that he was the only survivor. Filled with anguish and seeing himself as a failure who could not defend his brothers in arms, Alder went into self imposed exile. He walked aimlessly, desiring a way to redeem himself in his own eyes. For the past 47 years, he has wandered the far corners of the known world in seek of absolution, to no avail. During his exile he has helped anyone he has found, still fulfilling the duty he believes he no longer deserves.
Stepping off the boat, Alder looks uncomfortably at the tall walls, and even more tense at the crowded market. The salty air caresses his face, scraping against the massive scar that covers it. Lost in thought, he fails to notice the finely dressed man approach, and is only made aware when he begins speaking. Alder jumps, startled at the sudden interaction, taking a few steps back instinctively. "Oh, uh.... Just passing through. Won't be staying all too long." He gives the man a once over, searching for intent on his face. Unable to find whatever he is looking for, he sighs and nods "I should be off." He begins walking down the dock and into the crowd, eager to exit the conversation as quickly as possible.
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