*Toorvuld furrows brows momentarily, but notices the man's attire and relaxes, feeling a potential opportunity*
"Well, perhaps some combination of all of those things. When I was young I was told I would be a warrior. For a while I believed that, until one day I didn't. Eventually I had to start listening to what was calling me, which brought me here to start"
*Toorvuld walks through the market and notices a stall filled with spices of a dazzling array of colors*
"There is so much to see out here in the world. I think this stall alone has more spices than most of the clans of Norland would consume in a generation."
*Toorvuld takes in a deep sniff, and smiles softly at the mixture of aromas*
"I'm here to see everything I've only ever read about. Perhaps I'll start with a market stall like one of these... or perhaps some other opportunity will call me. I just have to keep listening to that little quiet voice inside me, and greet every day as a new gift to become something greater."
*Toorvuld stares at a glistening palace in the distance with a degree of desire and ambition in his eyes*
"Something much greater"
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