Helgan always disliked the orc and goblin races, they did nothing to him or his family he just didn`t like them. He left with his father to trade goods to the far away holy orenian empire. his village sat between the holy orenian empire and the kingdom of norland, after returning his mother pasted of an unknown illness. his father grieved for many moons, he ultimately killed himself by wandering into a bear den. Helgan was raised by the village they taught him how to hunt, fish, and fight. He preferred to use the great sword to fight, even though it was much larger in size and weight he handled it as if it were an extension of his body. He traveled past the mountains to find adventure in kingdoms as far as the eye can see.
"my good sir I come for tools in which I can protect my self while I travel across that land" he leaned against a stall as he waited for the well groomed man to respond. He looked at the bazaar behind the man and watched as the citizens laughed and shopped to their hearts content he could pinpoint the distinct ears of the elf race as well as the mottled green skin of the orcs, his eye twitched at their sight.
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