Being born the son of a steel smith in Raevir highlands, Daithi from a young age had a fascination with the men and women who would come and get their arms from his father. Adhering to the Church of the Canon, Daithi followed the majority religion of those around him, not being too devout however not forsaking religion either.Growing up, Daithi was constantly in fights with the other children, earning a reputation as being very rash and someone who does not think of the consequences before taking action. In his late teens, his father Orinth began to ail and needed him to aid with the business. At the age of 16, Daithi began to follow in his family’s trade of making weapons of steel for warriors and mercenaries alike. This sparked something within Daithi, a fascination and longing to be one of the people whom he helped sell arms to.The thoughts of the freedom, danger, excitement and adventure filling his mind with a passion and yearning to leave his relatively comfortable and safe life. Nearly two years later, his father passed from his illness, leaving Daithi distraught and pessimistic towards the world. Leaving for Norland in the aftermath, Daithi made two friends which altered the course of his life. Meeting River Liszt and Astoro Jovanovsk in a guildhall, quickly becoming good friends. When both of these friends decided to head out into the world and become mercenaries, Daithi’s long held passion of becoming a soldier of fortune came to fruition as he accompanied both his friends in this venture into the lands of Arcas.
“Well met, friend.” I say giving the man a nod and turning towards him so that I face him.
I quickly study the man, noticing his wealthy attire, and several signet rings as well as his jovial disposition.
“I am here to adventure, to answer your question. I’ve longed to pursue such a path since I was child in Raevir.” I continue.
After heartily chuckling, the man replies “Well then lad, I think I’ve got a job for you!” he replies, motioning for me to follow him.
“Lead on.” I reply and begin following the man into the bazaar, taking in the vivid scenery.

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