During the events of 1640 with the Third Crusade, Crogal worked odd jobs here and there solving problems such as just hunting, small blacksmithing orders and the occasional issue to take care of bandits in the wilds. Being that he is an Orc, his family often had hardships. But, his family was fine. They died of natural causes (as far as orcs go) and at an old age. Their deaths were neither traumatic nor a major turning point. Crogal continued to do odd jobs and the like during 1641 and the Siege of Vjorhelm. Now that things seem to have settled for now he is intent on striking out to explore the world, find to work and perhaps make a few friends on the way. A simple orc with simple dreams.
Crogal steps off the boat with a calm yet confident stride. When the Merchant called out to him he turned to look at them. A glance went about the stall before he approach the Merchant. "Huh? Oh, thanks. I suppose a little bit of it all. Adventure to grow and hone my skills, wealth so I can eat when I'm in towns... Maybe get some land and a few fat pigs. Though less so the last idea. My place in society is not in need of changing. I like my life the way it is." He paused however to offer the Merchant a grateful nod. "Thank you, friend. Good luck selling your wares. May out paths cross again." With this Crogal moved to make his way down the street away from the stall.