Born on an impoverished pig farm in the slums of Aaun, Baudric was the fifth child of his parents. The entirety of his family consisted of his mother [whom he loved dearly], his father, his four older siblings, and two younger sisters. He was oft employed to sheer the sheep and deliver the lambs. His life was good, if not laboring and tiresome, for he knew once work was done he could return home to rest. One eve when he was eleven, he returned from the pasture to see his family's farm ablaze. His mother and two younger sisters sadly did not survive the fire. Ever since the fire he, his father, and his remaining brothers sold their sheep and began to beg upon the city streets for money. This was his day-to-day life for the majority of his teen years, till his father sent him away at age sixteen. Since that day he has traveled the outskirts and cities of his homeland, searching for a job to achieve a comfortable life.
After stepping off the boat, and taking in a deep breath of the fresh ocean air, Baudric felt peace and tranquility if you will. That is until some fancied, grinning buffoon approached him with the most outlandish question he had ever been asked. Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance he sighed. "If it is truly such a curiosity of yours," He said, pausing to readjust his stature to present a less irritated look. "I seek a job, one that will hopefully bring me a comfortable life. Any more inquiries?" He would question, leaning in slightly to get a good look at the man. After such he arose, glancing at the shops for any that seemed understaffed as he stroked his muttonchops.
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