"Forgery, Theft and Arson. Windbreaker I Don't think you can talk you way out of this One... *Scoffs*" - Local Constublary
From Humble Origins, Like So Many of Marna, Daimon Grew Up like your Average Peasant. Despite the upbringing, Daimon was a Surprisingly Ingenutive Boy. He Was Always Fixing Farm Equipment,
Restoring Worn Buildings and the Like, With What little Coin He Had. Living With his Uncle, Father, Cousins and Mother He Was Used to the Crowded Life, Fitting In Well in the Stone-Cobbled Walkways of the Capital. Noticing the Constant Coin, Spilling Out of Fat Merchants and The Aristocrats of the City he Saw an Opportunity. A Golden One. Learning how Many Coins he Could Swipe Without Anyone Noticing He Made a Rather... Lavish Lifestyle For Himself. One Day, His Theving Got Out of Control. He Attempted a Buglaray on the Duke's Coffers, A Terrible Mistake He'd Later Learn. After A Dozen Cold Nights in the
Duchy Cells, He Made a Realiation, Once He Gets out, The Capital Would be a Perfect Place, No Records, Guards to Busy to Notice a Missing Copper. So Once he Freed He Started the Journey towards the Bustling Metropolis....

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