Griffyth was born into a peasant family in the Holy Orenian Empire. Griffyth never had a close connection to most of his family members, but he adored his grandfather, spending most afternoons with him, listening to him telling many tales, like the founding of the Orenian Empire, or of legendary heroes of old. However, tragedy soon struck his family. When he was twelve years old, his house mysteriously caught fire. All of his family made it out, except for his grandfather. This is what led to his pyrophobia. They could not afford a proper funeral, so they simply buried him near what remained of their house. But Griffyth was astonished by how his family acted. They all seemed to act perfectly fine afterwards, as if his grandfather didn't matter. Worse, they acted like he didn't even exist in the first place. This caused Griffyth to despise his family. When he was finally 18, he decided to leave home and become a traveler to explore the continent. He is now traveling around the map, seeing the various places and cities of Almaris.
*Looks around for a bit, before answering the man* "I'm just here to check out this city, and see what it has to offer." He responds. "But I'm not staying here long. I'm currently trying to explore all of Almaris, so after I'm done looking around the city I'll be off."

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