I was born in a poor villages in the Arcas. Life was hard, few children lived in my village, but eventually I did find a friend Olaf, who was a human too, with whom I spent most of my days for 5 years, until my mom decided its time to begin educating me. She taught me basic things like how to fix a wound, how to cook and basic chores necessary in the eastern mountains. Soon after my dad, a human, taught me and my friend Olaf how to fight, mainly with axes, but once he gave me a sword. So considering that I ain't a really smart man when it comes to education as in royal court style. However I do have a basic country-side education on how life works etc. When I turned 15 my father took me and my friend to a raid to Curon lands. At first things went great, we looted a bunch of stuff, until a bunch of armoured men, probably from the imperial court, showed up. We fought for hours, during which my firend got wounded fatally and died. After that I vowed to keep fighting for my friend, soon seeing me joined by my younger brother, who later backstabbed me. The most devasttaing news however, was that after the raid, I was told my mom had died and my father hadn't returned from a longer raid. From that day on I fougth just to make ends meat, quickly however earning more than I needed and saw me eventually become an effective mercenary.
