Gottfried would pat his mighty belly while pushing his empty breakfast bowl away. As he rose from his seat, he would run his hands over his war-axe "Brain-biter". Now it'd finally also get something..or someone to eat.
Passing his childhood in dirt and mud in a small hamlet near Old Reza, Gottfried decided to grab his father's wooden club aswell as a bunch of proviant and explore the lands around his place of birth instead of becoming a poor peasent without any future. It was very convenient for him that the distance to the next bigger town wasn't that far by foot. Tall for his age, Gottfried found employment for an fat merchant after first getting involved in a tavern brawl where he not only broke some of it's furniture, but also half a dozen bones... well, atleast that's what he told the merchant holding h