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A small band of the Brandyburrow family set themselves among the first Halflings to flee Arcas as the catastrophes began. Being a branch of the Brandybucks, they had inherited the adventurousness their kin were known for. This initiative paid off, as much of Almaris' most fertile land was available to claim. Tolliver's parents settled a homestead in what is now the Holy Orenian Empire. They began to farm the land as they did in their lost homeland, and their modest plot soon evolved into a small plantation. Living amongst and trading with the Humans of the new Oren Empire allowed this small unit to accumulate a comfortable wealth, with a slight change to their identity as a side effect. Today, they are known simply as the "Barrowes".
Tolliver was _ during the crossing, and (grew up?) in this new world.
There was little doubt that his parents expected him to inherit their fields one day. However, this future did not appeal. Tolliver spent too much of his free time reading the stories of great heroes of the past. He admired them to an almost obsessive degree, and wondered why none had ever been Halflings. He pondered this even while performing his duties. One day, he decided to become the first, to forge for himself a legend the young ones would read about. Tolliver's parents did not approve, yet they allowed him to leave, perhaps mistaking this to be a quick-lived phase. With some supplies, a purse of coin, and some warm clothing, he took to the road and began his journey.
Tollivar looks upwards at the man. A wide grin grows on his face, as he puts his fists upon his hips. "Yer Welcome is well gotten, Ser! I am Tolliver Barrowe, an' this city be perfect ta' start a hero's journey proper! May I 'ave yer name in kind?" The Halflings right hand unballs itself before shooting straight forward expecting a hand shake.
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