"Precision with speed, lad." A rather raspy and croaked voice uttered in a brightly lit afternoon. "Point, and be sure to hit the spot properly." Spoke the voice, A young boy holding a subjectively dangerous tool within the tip of his fingers, strung to it was the fine line woven from yarn- holding down the leather folded with cloth. His eyes stared intensely on the target for simply a split second, before driving the needle down onto the cloth, out again, in a motion that could only be described as a chicken's frantic walk with some sense of control. "Ahh.." The tone held a chilling sense of negativity. The boy's face sunk low in embarrassment, His murky sea eyes welled up slightly; He knew what to expect next, but even after time and time being put in such situations, he was never really prepared for it.. "As shite as your mother was, Serbaili. I'll starve you if it meant passing the trade onto you." He threatened, and the young one knew these weren't empty, nor the first time.
Serbaili grew up learning the trade of a tailor. The art of designing clothes for the common peasant to the most noble in a village out on the country side of The Holy Orenian Empire. His master was his own father, who was rather harsh on his involuntarily apprentice, his own son. His origins can be traced down to a rather small village that held a rather tight knit community between the folks and the likes; Most of his life was spent as a tailor, or a stable-boy; Tending to the stables and horses of travelling merchants, mercenaries, aristocrats, and the likes.
His interests weren't simply held down to holding a long line of a family trade that he had little to no respect for; With every passing soul, held a story that sparked intrigue within him. From the treasures that inhabits this side of the world to the many untouched locations ripe with adventure. Going as far as learning bits of everything off welcoming and open-minded travelers who were keen to share their knowledge. With each passing day he yearns for a chance to set foot out onto the world on his own, which came closer and closer with age, and maturity.
At a certain age, came the realization that it was time to go on and live his potential. He felt he could establish himself elsewhere rather within the village, further away from bad memories. His plans was to explore the lands, but also to keep himself afloat and well-off to ensure his survival. Many ways to approach and handle his new life, and it will entirely depend on his experience in his upcoming journey throughout the lands.
