Zev Korv was born in a small frontier village on the outskirts of the realm of Eldoria, where frequent bandit raids forced its people to become resilient from a young age. As a child, he learned how to hunt, track, and defend himself, skills that would later define his life. After his village was destroyed during a conflict between rival lords, Zev spent years wandering across the roads of Eldoria, surviving as a mercenary and caravan guard. During his travels, he witnessed both the prosperity of the great cities and the suffering of those living beyond their walls.
Over time, his reputation as a dependable swordsman spread among merchants and travelers throughout the realm. Despite his hardened exterior, Zev often chose to protect the innocent whenever he could, remembering the fate of his own home. He eventually settled in Eldoria, hoping to build a new life while uncovering opportunities that would bring him wealth, influence, and perhaps answers about the forces that had destroyed his village.
"I come from no place worth naming anymore," Zev says calmly. "The village of my birth was lost years ago, and since then the roads of the realm have been my home." He removes his weathered cloak and drapes it over the back of the chair, revealing the scars that line his forearms.
"As for what I hope to make of myself..." he pauses, glancing toward the flickering candlelight. "I seek purpose. Coin keeps a man fed, but it does not give meaning to his life. I've fought in battles, guarded caravans, and wandered farther than most men ever will, yet I still feel as though something awaits me."
Zev folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head slightly toward the hag.
"But you say you've been expecting me. That means you likely know more about why I'm here than I do. So tell me, old one—what is it that fate has in store for Zev Korv?"
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