Sigmund was born to a poor peasant family on the outskirts of Morsgrad and grew up beside his siblings.
While his siblings spent most of their time tending the crops, playing in the gardens, Sigmund spent more time alone wandering the countryside or in the shadow of their father while he went out on hunts to help support the growing family. Which helped Sigmund to learn at a very young age how to set traps, track animals, and recognize the various habits and patterns of the wildlife as well as what places to avoid. He received a bow upon his twelfth birthday that he practiced with religiously day in and day out.
He had become quite proficient in the art of hunting, however, it was all he knew. He never developed the social skills, martial arts, or mercantile skills of his siblings and specialized himself entirely in hunting. Finding that he felt more at home by himself in the countryside where the only company he had was his hunting dog and horse. He’d only ever come home to help his father provide for the family.
During his later teen years, Sigmund left his familial home entirely with a woodcutter’s ax thrown over the top of his shoulder, a hunting bow on his back and a quiver at his side. But things changed when he got word from his sister, Mutt, returning to the family, and news that his twin brother was alive and well. In a hurry, he left behind most of his belongings and made haste to Lunsbeck to see how his family had changed during his absence.
Sigmund awkwardly shuffles off the boat with a raised brow. He was taken a bit aback by the sudden greetings and welcome provided to him by the rather well-dressed man. He’d momentarily close his eyes and take a deep breath in and out to calm his nerves, to steady himself as if he were preparing to send forth an arrow to strike his mark upon his prey. He’d re-open his eyes within a moment and offer the gentleman a brisk nod. “Ah, hello-- ah, no, I’ve come in search of my siblings. It’s been a long.. time, I suppose you could say since I saw them last. We were all still dumb kids trying to scrape by. Say, do you know the way to Lunsbeck by chance? Or where I can get a good bargain on some good equipment for the journey?” The man cast his gaze away from the rather welcoming gentlemen, sparing him a still awkward glance every so often as he peered forth to the gigantic, sprawling city that laid before him. It was never quite like anything he had ever seen before, he took in all the sights with a jaw held slightly agape.
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