Cadoc was born into a humble life by a family of emigrated Southeron. Though far from any notable community of Southeron, his parents had instilled into him a firm importance of their culture and traditions, and he identifies strongly with the history he was only told. He quickly became enamored with the tales of his predecessors' exploits, who became renowned warriors and knights in the Northeron lands after fleeing the increasingly hostile South. His parents must have taken notice, as Cadoc was one day surprised by an imposing gift; a set of armor, restored and refurbished twice, the legacy of his forebears. Ushered into maturity by the expectations seemingly placed upon him, the aspiring knight spent the next couple years rigorously training for a basic competency in preparation of his dream to bring his family into greater esteem, and perhaps his people by extension. Now of age to confront the world on his own terms, Cadoc sets out to make something of himself. Slowly pondering all the while, "Is it the armor, will, or something else that makes the man?"
Cadoc furrows his brow at the newcomer. "Sorry, but I've no coin to spare for your wares at this time." He seems ready to brush the man off, assuming he was some sort of shopkeep imposing on passersby, but thought better of it and turned to the gentleman again. "Though, if I can find work around here, some direction would be appreciated."
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