His parents were travellers who left Reedsborough with a group of other halfling to explore the world, untill one day his mother died of a sickness when he was young, and years after, when he was 24, orcs attacked their camp to steal their resources, and ended up killing his father and 3 other halflings of the group, but they were able to make the orcs flee, and after that, he learned that he didn't want to see the people he cared about die anymore, but that also gave him a fear of death to himself, untill one day, while looking for a book to read on the elder collection, he found a book about necromacy that made his perspective change, he still feared death, but also started to get a strange feeling and fascination about that, even tho in the book was only vaguelly stated what it was.
On his 28th anniversary, one of his friends called Lance gave him a white headband that he always carries with him.
Some months later was when he decided that he wanted to travel alone, to find a stable halfling collony/village, where he could live and make a new cicle of friends that he would want to protect, and a home he would be able to come back to, and maybe one day, find more about the dark magic of necromacy, even with the concequences that may come with it...
I look up at the bazaar who's normally taller than me and respond:
-Thank you for the hospitality kind sir, but you see, I'm on my personal adventure to find more about a kind of art I read about some years ago, have you by any chance heard off... the dark art of Necromacy?
The bazaar's face turned white, and with a serious face, he exclamated:
-Oh little one, don't go that way, with my experice I've known many things, and that... that thing is one of the most dreadful and scary stuff i've found till this day!
-So you know about it, please sir, I need to learn more, please guide me to at least where I need to go to find more about it. - I answered.
-If I do that "THEY" will find me, I can't... - he said, with a fearful tone.
-I can pay for your knowledge, how much do you want? - I asked.
-No no no no no, I can't... NO NO NO GET OUT OF MY HEAD, I CAN'T NO NO NO, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! - He yealled, terrified.
-Sir calm down... - I said.
And after saying that, the bazaar started to return to his normal state of mind and I told him:
-I think it's time I leave you alone, take care old man, and I'm sorry for bringing that up.
And with that, I started to walk away and I thought to myself:
-He looked far over traumatized, I wonder what he has experience about necromancy...
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