Born to a poor peasant family on the outskirts of Morsgrad and grew up beside his siblings.
Learned how to care for their family croft, seeing to the animals and farms and when free playing with his family.
Started to be taken out on trails to pick up the mercantile trade and start some informal training in combat along the way.
Later into his childhood and entering his teens, the lad was inducted into a band of Marauders to undergo training in utilizing a two-handed axe in combat.
In his time apart from his family, he held them in his thoughts, seeing to see whatever he could afford from his wages to help them and when he happened upon others in a similar state seeing to their need as well.
The band he had joined were a devout bunch, evening going so far to have their own interpretations of the Red Faith and with this font of scholar’s knowledge at hand and a pint of ale in the other. He began to develop a sense of heavy piety.
Nothing changes for a few years, his occupation seeing him as the bodyguard from one figure to the next and from one battlefield to the other in the twilight of his youth.
Getting word of his sister Mutt to return to the family and with enough money for the journey home afford to him, the man finished his service and set foot on the roads of the lands for Lunsbeck.
Andrew gave a slight dip of his head in acknowledge and respect for the well dressed man, taking a moment for his eyes to glance across his finery before offering a smile of his own. “A mixutre of the three in all honesty, after all wealth does cime from adventure,. Though by the look of you I assume you’re one of the merchants of this market? If so what do you have on offer?” He finished with a gallant laugh as he stroked at the tip of his beard.
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