Orphaned at a young age, Brolith learned to take care of himself in ways that most people wouldn't think of. Surviving the mean streets of the kingdom of Norland, he learnt to be agile, quick, and deceptive.
After growing of age, Brolith set out to travel the realms and look for mercenary work. As an already self proclaimed thief, he offers his services to people who have lost precious items or stolen commodities.
His moral code is skewed and he doesn't see the difference between right or wrong, only gold and survival. That's all that life has been for him.
Deep down Brolith still believes in people, but he rarely to never shows his wishes for companions, but will regardless work with others to complete a mission or a goal.
Brolith is well versed in alchemy as invisibility can come in handy in a sticky situation. His tall posture does somewhat make him stick out, but he makes up for it with his skills of deception.
As a thief, he has burned many bridges and has therefore set out into the world to hopefully make new ones and continue his story forward as he might finally figure out that there is more to the world other than just surviving.
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… "I'm Here to find some information, you see i'm looking for something particular.. A family Heirloom to be specific." The traveler says a bit more confidently as he straightens up and takes a swig from his ale "Ever heard of the Black Oaks?" The Traveler notices the slightest twitch in the crone's eye as he utters the family name. "Aah so you have heard of them. Now, tell me, where is the local graveyard located? I have a feeling there might another clue there."
TBC
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