My early life saw my training into the ways of combat, as was the same for all other brothers within the tribe, it was our blood born duty to ensure the growth of the our peoples claim to the land. However, being viewed as a runt for my frail size, I found purpose in the specialization of creation. Being of goblin blood such a trajectory was not uncommon. I focused my midlife on the creation of war machines, such was a purpose which I could complete competently. Any societal progress my brothers had made within the ranks of our tribe, I however saw stagnation. Even being at my old age I could only see my brothers gain prestige and wealth, while I was seen as only an equal for those which I tripled in age. I desired prestige, I desired recognition. I wanted to have a host of people to be above, to revel in my wisdom of age. It was for this desire that I began using my expertise to begin exporting the weapons of war I built to the Clan-less, or to even at times non Orcish peoples. My spouse has long since passed away, our children are going about their lives well into adulthood. Now I declare the rest of my life to be in service to myself and my own ambition. I shall aim for the prospect of ensuring respect, be it through the accumulation of wealth or power of other means.
My golden years shall be filled with gold.
The old mans eyes light up, “Yes wealth, yes I do seek such. I’m sure, us being both clever men. we can come to some arrangement that could allow this to occur for both of us”. He then gestures to numerous exotic goods on the ship, in which he is selling.
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