Dammon grew up the son of a minor lord in the Kingdom of Norland, with small holdings in the countryside. He grew up among family, with many friends, and had a happy childhood. While he was away on a trip to visit a neighboring clan to negotiate grazing rights for his family's flocks of mountain sheep, the vile Bloody Rook bandits murdered his entire family and household. Devastated, he swore he would wipe every Bloody Rook from the world's face. In pursuit of that goal, he has traveled far and wide, searching for the leaders of the Bloody Rooks so he can make an example of them.
Dammon considered the gentlemen, noting his fine attire and soft leather boots. With his embellished wooden cane and top-hat, Dammon's first instinct was to consider this man harmless. He caught himself, though. After so long in the wilds of the countryside, Dammon had to remind himself that in the city, dangerous men often wore silk and satin instead of leather and mail. He affixed his face with what he hoped was a pleasant smile, and nodded. "Greetings, and well met, good sir. I've just finished a long journey, and my most immediate concern is a soft bed, warm meal, and a cold ale. After that, only the Allfather knows. "
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