Sezra was born on the continent of Atlas and lived most of his life there with his family, who were farmers living in the wilds trying to live a life of solitude. He doesnt remember too much from that time, as it was so long ago. though when he was young, he did remember as he was working in the field, his family had a visitor who claimed they were a wandering trader. He remembers his father arguing with the man, something about not selling any of his crops to that "sleazy slimeball" and the man left. when he talked with his father about the issue, his father apologized for his rudeness and had given Sezra two instructions. to catch up to the trader and invite him back for dinner and a night of rest before he continued on the road, and to hunt some wild boar for them to roast that night for his family and the visitor.
The young sezra did as he was told and headed out to find this "Trader" and when he caught up with him, he apologized for his fathers behavior and invited him to dinner as he was instructed. he remembered the smile the trader made when he told him he would accept.. there was something off about that smile, though Sezra had another job to do so he brushed it off and went out on his hunt. Upon returning to his family's farm with the newly hunted game, he was shocked to see it all burned to the ground. He since has been wandering from town to town, city to city taking small jobs wherever he could and being kicked around most of his life by the high and mighty elves that surrounded him. slowly growing to despise the race, and wishing evermore for control of his life again.
I greet the man with an enthusiastic smile as I hold my hand out to shake his. "well met sir! I am but a humble traveler coming to this city in search of... opportunity, now may I ask where one might find work or places to rest?"
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