Born in Arcas in the town of Brandybrook Henry enjoyed his early years amongst the care-free weefolk and genuinely enjoyed the peacefulness of the village. However, all of this changed that fateful Knoxween night when the pumpkin creature attacked and the village was left in ruins in the aftermath. Joining his brethren he trekked on to Fort Hope where the Halflings settled down and waited out the inferni invasion that would eventually lead to the end of the world as he had always known it. He stuck it out there with the other Halflings until they, like the rest of the world, were forced to flee this land for the next land of Almaris.
In Almaris he once again joined his fellow Halflings in the village of Bramblebury where he enjoyed life under the thain and the ever evolving political landscape. However, after the attack that had previously left them homeless he was never the same. Turning from a carefree, go with the flow type of man to one whose anxiety ruled him. Terrified of losing his people again Henry started becoming strict, hovering over his friends and family in an effort to keep them safe. Though he can be overbearing at times he has stayed with the main group of Halflings, breaking off with the splinter group momentarily to join the village of Knoxville in Haense as it was founded under Onelia Peregrin before joining up once again with the main group of Halflings as they joined back together to create the current village of Honeyhill.
Henry would look up at the man, perking a brow, "Oi! Get ou' of ma way will yeh? Oi'm jus' on meh way 'ome, don' wanna beh bothah'd by bigguns nay more t'en oi 'ave ter beh." the old man would huff before continuing to wander through the market on his way home. Though he does stop once to look over a particular scrumptious looking pie.
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