Respen is 23 years of age, he is a petty criminal with not much to his name usually attacking unguarded merchants for food. His people had suffered greatly during the Great Northern War as most of their supplies came from that area and a large famine began killing nearly 50% of the population. His life had always been a struggle since his mother died in childbirth and his father left him on the streets where he would attack and rob people with little success. By the age of 17 he was a hateful soul who blamed those around him for his unfortunate living conditions. He hated the high elves especially for being so privileged. He was so fed up of his life one day he just left to follow his dreams and find purpose to his life as he felt he had nothing left to lose. 6 years later and he continues to travel.
Respen steps off the boat and takes in the sight of the city, growing up in the steppes he had never seen a city this big before, people of all races and nations talking and trading. As you continue walking down the roads that never seem to end a well dressed gentleman with a cheery smile on his face that makes you feel safe. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?” Respen responds with "Do you know where I could find the nearest blacksmith? My dagger is a bit dull," He then pulls out his dagger of which is presenting cracks. The man looks at it for a minute before responding with "That definitely will need a replacement, follow me I know a very good blacksmith around here" as he grabs Respens arm and starts leading him to the blacksmith.
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