Born in the outskits of the Haensian kingdom in a small rural village, Bjnofadrol's life as a young man revolved around tending to the farms, which was hefty work as the climate in the region is harsh and the cultivatable land scarce; it was a simple and modest life, with few to none outside contacts. At the age of 20 Bjnofadrol asked for the hand of the beautiful Haelia, the daughter of the local blacksmith, and managed to arrange a marriage. Alas, two days before the marriage was deemed to happen a terrible disease swept the village, sending his soon-to-be wife to an early grave.
"Loving you was the greatest joy of my life, and even if it's all over so soon, my heart will always be yours, and may the passion that burns in your spirit never falter, as it shines brighter than a thousand suns. I love you." With these last words, uttered with a racuous breath to his young lover's ear, Haelia was forever gone, and with her, also Bjnofadrol's will to live. His biggest regret was not managing to say anything to her before she died, as he held her hand and closed her eyelids.
He kept tending to his crops for another twenty years, where his sadness managed to dive into the very depths of his soul, until one day, on the twentieth anniversary of Haelia's death, he decided to start travelling. It was not to run away from his memories, those he carried with him, instead it was a will to explore the vastity of the world, to not be confined to a small village for all his life. With only a few possessions, he started walking. He wanted to see everything, from the sandy shores of the Urugan to the buildings of the High Elves, and only death would stop him.
And so, his voyage began.
Bjnofadrol looked up to the man that approached him, staring at his clothes, which were definitely more apt to living in an urban setting unlike Bjnofadrol's ragged clothes. Regardless of this, he slightly tilted his head as a sign of respect before answering the gentleman.
"Greetings to you, I have come to seek the wonders of this city, to learn about it's history and to talk to it's citizens. I am just a farmer from a far away land, but you seem quite a dashing young man, could you please redirect me to the closest tavern where I can rest a while and have a drink before roaming the town? Thank you very much."
Hoping to not have offended the man standing in front of him, Bjnofadrol waited his response, holding his staff with both hands while swaying slightly from side to side.
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