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Brayden was born to a small family of three residing within a small village north of Rittersburg. Having been born to a farming family his early years were spent with his mother in the house while his older brother helped their father tend to the fields. At the age of two, his mother passed during childbirth with what would have been the first daughter the family would have seen leaving both Brayden and his brother in the care of their father. At the age of five Brayden would start to help on the farm and take on more responsibilities as he grew older. During his early teens the village was threatened and shortly destroyed by a band of bandits, at the conclusion of the destruction Brayden and his brother were left alone as their father had been murdered in an attempt to protect their fields from burning. For the next few years of his life Brayden traveled with his elder sibling before being left alone after his brother was stabbed in an alleyway mugging just before Brayden's 18th birthday. Brayden returns to Rittersburg in search of a purpose or a place to settle and start a life of his own.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Brayden would eye the small shack taking note of the floating candles before lowering the hood of his traveling cloak. “I’m looking for the local tavern or job board,” he would say as he took the seat offered by the woman. “I’m new to the area and looking to get established or be pointed in the direction of a larger village. My home town has been gone for years now, bandits were able to do quite a number to it.” Brayden would take in the decorations and magical paraphernalia, he would make note of the shall on the table with a crystal ball set atop an iron stand. “Are you the mystic lady the signs at the edge of town advertise for?” Brayden would ask as he readjusted himself on the seat. “My brother used to believe in the mystics, he fell at the hand of a mugger after he was seeking out a magical tome.”
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