Zachary was raised in a small village very far into the Holy Orenian Empire Highlands, where his parents had a humble farm. Since birth, he has had a drive for glory, which exponentially deepened with the passage of a caravan of knights when he was a kid, one of which befriended him. With this, he was strucken by the knight lifestyle, devoting his childhood to exploring and "training". As the Tenth Nordling War came to be, however, his village and others nearby saw misery: taxes were raised, working men were taken into the military, such as his uncle, and much of the posessions was confiscated. This, together with the enabling of MRA expansion, slowly waned the boy's dream. When the War finally ended, and with the Kingdom of Norland paying reparations that would stabilize the Highlands, however, Zachary decided that, to avoid any misery to again befall his family, he would venture towards the Heartlands, looking for a safe place which he and his parents could call a new home: he has heard rumours of lands far beyond, where races coexist and war is but a children's tale, those which he hopes to find in his travels.
Zachary fumbles, visibly startled. He raises his hands.
"Uh... yeah, adventure, that. Excuse me, mister, um, could you tell me where I could enlist in an order... or perhaps an adventurer's guild... hm...."
Zachary puts his left hand to his chin, looking around and thinking, his eyes ignoring the gentleman. As his thought are collected, his eyes then move up and down, investigating his locutor.
"Oh, by the way, who are you again?"
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