Anlaf was born in Aegrothond to two loving parents. His father was a merchant having left the Princedom of Fenn in his youth having disagreed with the isolation policies, but still being an ardent follower of Wyrvun, a trait passed on to Anlaf. While only a small business it allowed them to live in relative luxury, his mother a seamstress running a small shop in the city and giving his father the odd pieces to sell at the many ports he visited. As such Anlaf taught from a young age to sail and sell the many wares his father would buy at one port and sell at the next. As the years passed, Anlaf’s father decided it was time to pass on the family business. He forced Anlaf into swearing on a blood oath to ensure he would not abandon the family business for his own personal desires, Anluf begrudgingly accepting. However fate often has a funny way of rearing it’s ugly head. Anlaf hoping to find a new route to a nearby port sailed into uncharted waters, a storm came down upon him, taking his ship and his crew with him. He awoke on a beach surrounded by an odd looking bunch of fellows. Scared for his life he offered to help them sell their wares as he hoped to rebuild his family business and repay his blood oath. It is here Anlaf’s story starts.
“I am busy.” He would say to the man, far too busy to deal with the musing of a man clearly trying to sell him something. And with that he would march into the bazaar hoping to sell the admittedly faded skins that his fellows had managed to hunt the past few weeks.
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