hello my name is Henry sharphand. and i'm 18 years old.
I was very young, and was discovered on the road to markev in the wagon-wreckage by a troop of mercenaries. They raised me - my "family" was a bunch of professional soldiers/killers/problem-solvers, and I had to throw my ability to swindle people around to thrive. geral (my mentor) tended to see violence as the best solution, and was very touchy about his height. eventualy a group of brigands attacked our camp , altough we drove them back i was badly wounded and they decided to leave me to to my fate . luckily i was rescued by a group of farmers and they tended to my wounds. Right now as i recover i might begin a new live where i make new friends and make the world a better place.
