Bohromir is a mountain dwarf, growing up in Kal'Varoth. He has no recollection of his parents, but he hopes that they were good people. His parents, mother a hill dwarf, and his father, a mountain dwarf, born and raised in Kal'Varoth, went off to help the humans with the Ratiki Event. When they didn't return, Bohromir was kicked out of his home, to live on the streets. For two years, he ate scraps off of the streets. When he started getting too hungry for comfort, he left the city. He's lived in the forest for 4 years, living off of the wild animals and berries to keep him alive. He learned how to hunt very quickly, as his survival depended on it. He has resided in the woods for 4 years now, and is decided to return to dwarven society, holding no grudges of what they did in Kal'Varoth. He hopes to learn how to use an axe, and honor his parents.
*Bohromir glances at the gentleman* "I've heard good things about this city, thought I'd come and take a look" *He smiles, slightly* "I haven't been in a city since I was a young boy, brings back memories" *He glances around the bazaar* "I'm hoping there is an axe specialist here, I would like to learn how to use one" *He starts walking away from the dock*

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