Ralabast grew up in harsh environments, trained to be a warrior from an early age. Along with his siblings, he spent his free time playing with his younger brother, Kodagog, and his younger sister, Mazoga and hearing the stories his elders told him, whilst being neglected by his older sister, Agrob. He was born the second oldest of four, son of Dabub and Glasha, two heavily battle-focused parents. Because of his training, and his race's warrior outlook on life, young Ralabast was a man of war. That changed though, when he set out to fight, he began to think his life was leaving him and he'd die young. But, he found himself lucky as he reflected on the days of his childhood, choosing to set war behind him he wanted peace, even though he knew he'd be called to arms again someday. But for now, Ralabast began planning the future, a future with a family and smiles and life, where it wasn't cold and smelled of blood and death, he began to be less reclusive and helped others in an attempt to gain friends. Overall, he values family believing it to be his only escape from the harsh Orc life he was born into, learning this while looking back at the days he spent with his younger siblings.
I'd approach the man and look down at him while trying to give him the best smile I could. "I'm here to help others and my family and maybe even make a few friends and allies, I'm looking to be a good person and what better place to start than a city, where I can watch other's faces light up. Thank you for the welcome." I would give the man a small grunt, not one of anger or hatred but a small goodbye, and walk away.
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