Vandrick hails from Haense. Having grown up their with a loving mother, Sophie and father Vanhike, as a lone child; Vandrick was never without much to do. He often found himself making trouble someway or another. That is until one day his antics went a little too far. He ended up stealing some food from someone and they unfortunatelly noticed and picked a fight with Vandrick. Vanhike had been a town guard himself and had taught Vandrick how to defend himself at a young age so upon being attacked by this person he fought back, Striking the man square in the jaw and knocking him to the floor. Vandrick was proud for all of 2 seconds before he saw the blood pooling under the mans head.
For the crime of Manslaughter Vandrick was disowned and banished from Haesin at the early age of 16. Since then he travels the roads, hunts and forages for his foods and travels from town to town taking odd jobs.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Cautiously Vandrick eyes the old lady up and down before scanning the room for exits. Only when he is sure of his own route out and that the hag isnt planning anything does he speak "I seek a place to rest and eat. I have been on the road for many moons and just want a nights sleep without having to keep an eye open". He lets out a deep sigh as he ponders... "I hope maybe I can make a place for myself. Maybe this is where I can finally feel at home again" Vandrick shakes his head for a moment, not meaning to be this honest with the old hag before he picks up his things and attempts to leave.
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