Hailing from Oren Angmar lived with his father a solider who enforced the will of the crown. Here he was regularly beaten by his father blaming his birth for his wife's death. Angmar was a curious lad when his father was gone he would read books of great men who'd traveled the world in exploration of new land and secrets. When he was 19 Angmar would join an excavation expedition within the far north of Kal’Bryst something Angmar looked quite forward to. The road to the site was merciless and unforgiving. Angmar would find himself separated from the group when a blizzard struck. He was left lying in the snow waiting for the eternal winter that surrounded him to consumes him. It was in this isolation were Angmar heard something a voice promising whispering Angmars desires., Angmar though back to his child hood stories omens of direction he thought. Weather it was truly them or delirium. something urged Angmar it pushed him into the blizzard into the ceaseless storm. when he came to he was on a boat in the far south. heading to a city with a bustling bazar.
Having lived in Kal’Bryst Angmars eyes haven't quite adjusted to the light yet. Squinting at him Angmar says Change in temperature while mimicking his smile. Angmar hobble's towards him. That and books, I'm a scholar of sorts Angmar would say while shaking his hand. Angmars gaze shifts, catching sight of the vibrant colors of the bazars. The endless noise of merchants advertising there wears. of sharp tonged buyers locked in debate of quilts and there value. Till me sight settles on the gentleman. As for my intentions sir, that's business I must keep to myself. I do thank you for your inquiry though. yours is a curtesy I have not been treated to in quite some time I say. Frost makes for awful company and the sailors were a rowdy bunch Angmar says. Grinning at the man we part ways as Angmar uses his directions to find the local inn.
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