From the day I was born, the life that I own and the life I wanted would always come with a price over my head. If I wasn't saved by my father - yours truly would have been executed by the age of 8. I really don't know where I was born, but all I know is that when I was 5, my family moved to the kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, where I became a man. honestly, my father was my hero, he pulled together, basically fight, scratched, and clawed his way just to feed me and my mother. I wanted to do the best thing I can do to help my parents, so what I did was I sold my eyes to the dwarfs in the exchange for enough money to last a lifetime. but now I am just a wandering warrior, walking all around the continent, waiting to repay my parents from my eternal debt for taking care of me. all I want to see is a world full of kindness and love.
Holtern gazes around when suddenly a stranger stops him. "I've come here seeking to serve the Lord of this city." The man smiled while his hand was fixated upon the hilt of his sword. "Do you happen to know the Lord?"

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