Born to two unknown lovers who abandoned him shortly after his birth, Esteban was raised by a modest priest who found him on the shore of the town of Marsumar. He raised him to an honourable and rightous boy who feared dogs more than anything else. He was given a good education by the holy men and was taught manners and the good taste of sacramental wine. He lived a peaceful life until he had to protect his stepfather by fighting off three vagabonds with a wooden staff who wanted to steal the priests valuables. His loving stepfather died before Esteban turned 18, he inherited his jewellery, which he still wears today to remember the man who saved him. Hearing about opportunities and the possibility to make a lot of money, he left Marsumar and went to the Kingdom of Hyspia to offer his services in the Hyspian-Bandit war. There he fought as a soldier against the enemy with courage and passion. The constant fighting brought out a dark side in Esteban. He has begun drinking and smoking pipe, getting more violent and lazy in the proscess. Now he is a cynical young man full with hatred and low on energy. Maybe the Red Faith can bring him back on a righteous path?
"Well, my good sire..." I say, not trying to sound evasive of this conversation hes just begun. "What brings me here I would love to tell you, though that may only happen If you could help me out in a timely manner" I say as I grab a golden coin out of my pouch and let it gleam in the warm sunlight. "Surely!" He responds, wondering what could be this urgent. "May you tell me the location of the local lavatories?" I ask, a little bit shamefully. Thankfully accepting the coin, he points me to his left and says: "We have a collective shitting area, you may relieve yourself there, traveler" I thank him, knowing what comes next may scarr me for life.
Recommended Comments