Mardred was raised in a small hamlet nearby to the city of Varhelm, the capital of the Norland Kingdom. His family was never particularly wealthy or prestigious, and their living was made from fishing when the ice unthawed in the spring and the fish are spawning. He has never been taught to properly read or write, his education consisting of important life lessons and values taught by his parents and community. Where he lacks academic knowledge, he is wise to the world and trusts in his common sense and inner judgement. He is no stranger to physical labour and would rather interact with his fellow working man, his close friend in youth being a blacksmith apprentice. While he has never been zealous or properly informed of the religion, in adulthood he has taken an interest in learning more about the Red Faith.
With the smell of the ocean brine clinging to him, Mardred leaps onto the dock. His heavy physique causes the boards below him to creak, and he pulls his pack of belongings tighter around his shoulder. He collects himself before preparing to step forwards, when his peripheral vision catches the individual approaching him. He furrows his eyebrows as he listens, before responding with a neutral tone.
"I s'pose the ocean just took me 'ere. Care t'point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?" He would respond, punctuating this with a gravelly chuckle.
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