My name is Fergar, I lived in a border village in a land very far from here, I had had a happy childhood until a certain Jurvard, a raider, razed the village to the ground and took me and my family as slaves. I spent months serving the raiders until the day Jurvard, while trying to molest my mother, killed her for talking back to her. At that moment my father, in chains, reacted by trying to attack him but the guards beheaded him immediately. I was terrified and didn't move a muscle, Jurvard took me and dragged me towards the bodies of my parents and said to me: "If you try to rebel, you will end up like them, remember that little one, it would be a shame, I could use someone to clean our shoes like you do". From that day something changed inside me, a burning feeling that consumed me, not even allowing me to utter a word. It was at that moment that a slave named Garlfinnr, after seeing the scene, decided to try to help me escape by risking his own life, without my knowledge. In fact, one night he managed to start a fire in Jurvard's hut, the fire spread and chaos broke out, but unfortunately he was caught shortly after, Garlfinnr turned towards me and shouted "Now run away!" I remained still for a few seconds, not believing it was really the end of that nightmare, I started running as hard as I could until I lost consciousness. When I woke up it was dawn, I got up and started trying to orient myself, and then started wandering in search of a village where I could be welcomed. Twelve years have passed and I am a mercenary after having learned to survive in the ghettos of the worst cities, I have hunted down all the members of Jurvard's gang, I have the last names left on the list and he is the final one.
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