was born in a small town, with 2 older sisters, his oldest sister keyleth was striving to become an artist with their mothers help. as soon as immeral was old enough to remember he was out training with his farther, who was teaching him how to fight and protect the village. life continued on like that until the elvenesse war against azdrazi, his farther died trying to protect his town. after this immeral ran away, he was ashamed, he couldnt protect his farther and now he was gone. he has spent several years as a wanderer drifting from village to village. hes been looking for the best warriors in the villages to learn from and hopefully eventually beat them in duels. he has learnt many elven and human ways of sword fighting. hes been living in the wirlderness, only staying in a village for a week or so.
"just drifting" he responds with a slight sneer and continues walking past him. after a breif pause he turns back to face the man "actually do you know where i could find a barracks or traning hall around here?"
after he got his answer and some directions to the local barracks he started in that direction but a blacksmith stall caught his eye "these are elven weapons are they not?"
he briefly compaired his sword and daggers to the wares being sold, and put them back in their sheath then continued on his way to the barracks
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