He was born in a simple village somewhere in between Norland and Haense in the human realms, both his parents lived a very simple life in a small hut with barely enough food for them.
Therefore there was not a single soul with the required knowledge to help with the birth his mother sadly passed away and gave her life for his.
From there on he had a normal peasant childhood with more work than fun but it is all he ever knew so he was rather happy with what he had.
As he grew older he became stronger because of all the hard work he had to do to support his father who was a woodcutter.
He often had to trade the gathered and cut wood for food and learned the basics of reading, calculating, trading, caring for horses and writing for this purpose.
Except for the basics what he needed to trade he was not smart or wise but it was enough to live his life.
As he neared the age of maturity his father passed away, he was attacked by a pack of wolves and barely escaped with a lot of injuries, he didnt even survive the first night.
His father was no man of many words, in conclusion Edvard was not very social or good at talking-
At this point he didnt have many choices as he wouldnt abandon his parental house, so he became a woodcutter just like his father.
Edvard did not belive in any religion but if necessary he told the people in town that he was a follower of the red faith as most people where in this area, neither had he really seen any other races than wandering traders. He was really curios and in no means against other races, he just had no experience with it.
His life was lonely he didnt have a wife or friends only his work, as he was alone now he had enough money for food and everything he needed making his life a bit easier.
He still cuts wood to this date dreaming of having enough money to sell his wood near a bigger city where he might find a wife, friends or gets better food than the lousy meat the hunter brings every day.
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