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Joshua was born in a family of merchants, swindlers, and silver tongues. From a young age he was thrown into the life of a salesman selling different odds and ends his father and uncles had procured from other trades or from where citizens of other nations had simply misplaced their belongings. His family primarily resided in the same place he was born, the capital of Kaedrin, to be precise Owynsburg. He’d travel with his family as they walked from Owynsburg to Sutica every fortnight while his mother and sisters stayed home. Joshua was the only boy, having three other sisters. Normally they kept to their trio which just gave Joshua more of an excuse to follow in his father and uncles footsteps in learning the family business. By age 10 he could swindle a man into giving all their money for useless items, and by age 17 running the family shoppe. It wasn’t much, a simple cart pulled by horses, but this was enough to fuel his ambition and greed. He was now an adult and trusted in carrying weaponry, even so he was always taught that the Sirsk family would always try to avoid combat. This wasn’t for some noble or religious reasons. He was simply taught that why go through the trouble of fighting a man and possibly losing your life when you can point their anger in another direction. This doesn’t mean he can’t fight, but simply chooses not to. To this day while his family proudly look for work elsewhere on Arcas he stayed a merchant. Gladly hoarding any money he can obtain off any elf, orc, human, or dwarf he can find.