Astram was born in the Kingdom of Norland around 32 years ago to a single mother, with his father absent ever since. His mother raised him to be mindful and respectful. Some time around the age of 6, during a cold winter night, inside their lakeside hut, broken glass would have been heard falling onto the floor—something wasn't right... As the child woke up, calling for his mother, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the hut. With the child now worried, he would peek out of the door of his small room, yet the complete darkness of the night would have masked anything he could have seen at that moment. With the young Astram slowly making his way in complete blindness towards the general direction of his mother's room, the child would continue calling for his own mother, but he was met with no luck. The calls would slowly turn into screams, followed by worried tears slowly streaming down the kid's cheeks. Finally, having been able to reach his mom's room, the child would be met with an unexpected occurrence—no one was there; the room would be completely trashed, with almost every wall having been scratched up. It was obvious there were signs of struggle. The child would continue to make his way throughout the whole hut, trying to find his mother at any cost, but he was met with no success. After what felt like days, the sun would slowly go up from the East, the darkness of the night would slowly fade away, and light would peek in through the broken windows. As the young Astram slowly opened up his eyes, he would be met with a disastrous view—a blood trail, which went from the mother's room into the hut's doors. The child would fall into tears as he began sobbing over his missing mother. After a few days of the child walking around the woods, trying his best to find his mother, he would be found by a group of wanderers, who, after hearing what had happened, decided to take him to an orphanage. Having been taken under the wings of an orphan house, the child went from being a talkative soul to a quiet child, having been sitting alone and not talking with anyone. Throughout his life in the children’s shelter, young Astram was able to make a handful of friends, with whom he spent most of his teenage years, until reaching the age of 18 years old, which is when he decided on one thing—to either find his mother, or take revenge on the people who had hurt her. Having travelled throughout the whole land of Azuras, he was able to find the people who had taken him to the orphanage. After a few minutes of talking with them, Kaldsen was unable to find any clues as to where his mother might be. Even now, at the ripe age of 32 he is still looking for his mother and the people who have taken her away from him.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
The man would slowly turn towards the woman. "Ehh... Norland." Astram would simply answer. "I'm looking for... Someone." He said, before sitting down in the chair, placing his left leg over his right,
"Right... Okay!" The woman would say as she sat down on a chair.
As Astram looked the old hag up and down, questioning her appearance an- Wait, wait... What? "Wait-..." — "...-Expecting me?" The man's brow would slowly raise as his eyes filled with suspicion. "What do you mean that you expected me..."

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