I grew up with my father, after my mother abandoned us. i didnt have any brothers or sisters.
my father owned a small tavern, there was always people eating and drinking, i dont know what my mother did other than that she ran away with an adventurer.
we lived in a small village in the midlle of nowhere, it was peacefull and quiet.
I grew up watching my father work, i talked to alot of interesting people who had traveled the lands and seen great things, i remember some of the stories to this day.
there was not very many other children around my age in my village so i spent most of my time in the tavern with my father.
i had to move when the crop went bad because of Ant Blight, my father didnt have the economy to support the both of us and since i had come of age i decided to wander out into the world.
i settled down in a small town in The kingdom of Haense, i opened a small tavern on the outskirts of town. I had guests from far and wide, some traveling, others looking for something or someone.
I liked it there, i really had it going for me, or so i thougt. There was this group of bandits that used to come in on a regular basis, they knew me and i knew them. they always bragged about the people they had slaugtered and the loot they had gotten, me so shy of confrontation i never dared them to leave even if they harrassed the other customers. One day they came in after they had robbed some caravan coming from one of the major cities around here, bragging of how much gold and silver they had taken. There was some dwarfs anging out in a dark corner of the small tavern who started to talk with the bandits, and soon there was a big brawl, bottles where flying, chairs was thrown. i was hiding under a table when i suddenly smelt a horendous smell, it was the smell of fire and smoke. i ran out and watched my tavern burn down with alot of people still inside, i still have nigthterrors from this night, so one year later i am living in a horsewagon with barely anything to my name wondering where my next adventure will take me and if i will ever get my dream of running a tavern again.
“hello” galen said nervously, “i was hoping to open a tavern or something of the sorts in this fine town.”
Galen scratched his beard while he looked around.
“wow, ive never seen a place this big and with so many people” Galen thought to himself.
“do you know who could arange for me to buy a plot of land?” Galen asked the stranger while he smiled carefully.

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