With no clue where he was born or who he came to family with, his earliest memory is that of meeting his little sister. The day he was adopted by a white haired warrior and her husband, the drunk. Things were fine for so long. Years being just fine. That was, until father drunk himself into a fight - a fight he couldn't win, dying in the street as a no name, and never returning home. That's when sister stopped talking. That's when mother started drinking. Started beating her kids by the time she was half-sober and demanding Amouhr go get her another drink. Another bottle. Another damn mug of poison.
That was about when he started drinking too. Drinking to avoid. Drinking to stop feeling the harm he was dealt each day. He began fighting with other kids, often, defending his sister - who had grow fragile and sickly over time. Thin and tired. One day, the boy snapped. A 14 year old boy chased out of town for brutally bashing his sleeping mother's head in with her own hammer. By that time, he barely spoke a word. He barely took a look at his peers. His body so beaten and mind gone elsewhere, he had nowhere to go in the Fringe. No one to be with. He'd lost his father, he'd removed his mother, and his sister had been taken away.
And he regretted the choice he made for 5 years. 5 years of wandering, doing off and on jobs, and learning what he could from other travelers. Other women and men lost or removed. Other people that gave him his wisdom - and experienced his cold, rough demeanor. Friends are too risky. Even allies. Yet, lately... His mind has wandered to what he may be able to do with a few - or even one person in his life. If perhaps, at the least, it could be safer. If war came as it had before in the Fringe, he'd be better off with an ally...
With a shuffle of his shoulders, he cracks his back and stretches before looking at the well dressed man. "I am here purely of travel. Your interest in my business here is not important - nor will be important - to me. Good night." With that, he begins walking away regardless of response, as he is much more interested in a place to get a drink.