Ashardalon lived in a small goblin village at the peak of a mountain in Urguan territory due to his mutations he was an outcast and wasn't like his fellow war like brethren wishing to learn from the spoils of raids rather then trying to sell or melt down the goods. Ashardalon wished to learn more about the world and it's technology he has learned of this devise called a crossbow from the few words he figured out. Eventually Ashardalon ended up unable to kill someone during one of the raids and was put on the village defense for several years afterwards until the village saw him spare yet another person and even give them their food. Ashardalon tried to defend himself but was banished from the village though he stayed near the town out of site in order to warn travelers though most would just scoff at him at best and beat him at worst when the village had gotten big enough they decided to take all nearby land as theirs as such they found and burned almost every town and building they could see including his home.
Several hours after his home burned down he vowed that no one would suffer a fate for being themselves as he did and packed up what was left from the fire and headed out traveling for 3 year with a dwarven caravan from The Grand Kingdom of Urguan who had been sent in to clean up the goblin mess helping them track down the people who i once called my clan i was still under harsh conditions but at least i knew that no one would try to kill me in my sleep with them once i considered my debt to them fulfilled and gaining the title of honorary dwarf, the caravan headed out to Kal'Darakaan with nothing else to do for them i lived there for 5 years and lived a low class but good life until i had enough money to head on the road and make my Vow a reality not forgetting the people who helped my i figured the best way to find those in need was to make a caravan.
Ashardalon speaks in a angered tone. "i came seeking a place i could forget my troubles now please move aside or unless you plan on buying." Gentleman "well I-" Ashardalon interrupts. "you what thought that this random person clearly trying-" he says slowly raising his voice until a child walks by. Ashardalon now whispering. "it's very rude to randomly point people out where i come from." The gentleman says apologetically. "my apologies i simply wished to great a new comer to my town perhaps we got off on the wrong foot hi I'm Ubershreik of the craftsman guild and what brings you to our fair city." Ashardalon now pinching the bridge of his nose. "if you must talk wait until i get a few drinks in first." Ubershreik leaning in and whispering "well of course but only if you were to do a favor for me." Ashardalon sighs and looks at his empty coin pouch and says frustrated. "well seeing as i have none of your lands money what would you like." Ubershreik energetically but quietly begins explaining "well there has been a problem at our inns you see-" Ashardalon interrupts as they walk into the bar. "let me guess rats." Ubershreik a bit put off. "uh.. no, but if you could let me finish there are a group of thugs on the streets at night calling themselves (bad guy) and we need you to find their hideout so we can send in the guard to go and handle them." Ubershreik sits down and begins looking into his pouch getting ready to pull out gold coins. Ashardalon sitting down with a huff. "you buy my drinks tonight and 53 silver call it a deal." Ubershreik smirks for upon hearing this "yes yes of course." he begins counting out the money Ashardalon thinks to himself jokes on him I'm drinking till i drop.
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