Born in Sutica to relatively unknown parents with only one sister, Robert grew up under the tutelage of a local merchant who taught him the trade and thought of Robert a prodigy. While Robert did excel in his trades, he wanted to seek an adventure beyond the local sea and so set out with a local mercenary warband. At first, Robert was used to handle the logistics of the mercenary company but over time began to take on more physical tasks as he grew older and became stronger. As his travels took him from places like the savanna outskirts of Krugmar to the cities of Oren. Eventually, and perhaps out of nostalgia, Robert returned to Sutica to find parents who had passed away and his sister who hated him for leaving them. All attempts to reconcile with her failed and seeing as how the last of his family was unwilling to accept him, Robert took the company as his own sort of family. His fellow comrades became brothers to him where they fought and bled together. Unfortunately, war has a business of taking those closest to us away and Robert has had his share of losing his "family" in the line of work.
In his more recent years, Robert has taken on more of a guardian role for the newer members of the mercenary company, but as the numbers dwindle either from death or retirement Robert's desire to keep the "family" together only grew. This was all for naught; several months ago as the remaining members of the mercenary company, a shadow of its former self, laid rested on the hills west of Oren, a sudden cry then the sound of a horn drowned out the deafening silence of that night. The company was under attack by Orcs from somewhere in the pitch black surrounding the camp. Either through sheer luck, cowardice, or some blessing from above, Robert was able to escape. To this day, he is uncertain if anyone else made it and be blames himself for not trying harder to save his "family" like he couldn't his last. Now, he goes from tavern to tavern as a sell-sword looking for work while drowning his pain in liquor.
"One of those, I suppose. Who are you, if I may ask?" Robert, folding his arms and raising your brow, inquires from the gentleman. "Oh, I am just trying to gauge what kind of adventurer you are, my friend, " the now jovial gentlemen states. "I do not know yet what I am here for, but I am here nonetheless. Where's the nearest tavern?" Robert asks of the man, who is now fidgeting with what appears to be his belt. He suddenly exclaims, "Yes, of course you're here for the fine brewery! It's straight down that street, sir," he points to the street swarming with citizens like busy bees in a hive. Robert thanks the gentleman and continues on his way to the tavern for another day to empty this purse to drown his worries.