Sangroth's parents are the people of the Highlanders. His father was a soldier and his mother, a daughter of a fisherman. Born in the city of Varhelm he lived a simple life. He would live a simple life admiring his fathers previous life, being a soldier in the front lines of battle. He would at every chance when it was him and his father would ask about his times as a soldier when he served the Kingdom of Norland, he actually learned most things from his father, at least the basics of holding a weapon that is. His mother taught him fishing and such but by no means was he a scholar of any type. His father would remind him of the dangers of the orcs of the outside world, which is why he never why left the city, and it is there his phobia of orcs was started. Even now being 28 he hates the idea of leaving, stumbling across a orc and being killed, but, he hopes and aspires to no longer be scared of such things, to conquer his fears soon.
The man had taken a moment to breathe in the fresh air from around the dock, he stood for a moment taking in the scenery of the massive city he had just come upon. After a deep breath, Sangroth picked up his two bags and continued to walk down to the end of the dock where the grass met. He decided to walk toward the market area, as he walked a well dressed man had approached him to ask the question. Sangroth stopped in his tracks, nodding his head slightly before responding "I appreciate the welcome, none actually." He took a moment to clear his throat before continuing "I aspire to teach it all. Money and status doesn't mean a thing to me. Knowledge is king, knowledge is power, that is all that is needed." After that small interaction, Sangroth continued on his way to explore the city and what it had to offer.
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