From the day I was born, the life that I own and the life I wanted would always come with a price over my head. If I wasn't saved by my father - yours truly would have been executed by the age of 8. I really don't know where I was born, but all I know is that when I was 5, my family moved to the kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, where I became a man. honestly, my father was my hero, he pulled together, basically fight, scratched, and clawed his way just to feed me and my mother. I wanted to do the best thing I can do to help my parents, so what I did was I sold my eyes to the dwarfs in the exchange for enough money to last a lifetime. but now I am just a wandering warrior, walking all around the continent, waiting to repay my parents from my eternal debt.
"hello there, sorry that I can't see your face and clothes but I would like to know where do I go to get a job at the castle.

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