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Born and raised in the Mirdain forests. I am, indeed Mirdain. Never knew me ma'. Da' was a captain in the army. Well, not exactly an army. More of a... Brigand. Tought me how to fight. Been able to sneak up on an imperial guard since I was young. I wasn't the most loved of my people. To be specific, I was hated. So was me da'. Me da' disappeared two years after my coming of age.

I was on my own. I hunted. I killed. I was hunted. I killed more. Tried running to Dvergheim. Worked there. Got hired. No jobs that stank. Kept it clean. Was a guard for many a caravan. Was also a soldier of the Dorfies in some battles 'gainst the Alfar. Heard a rumor from a dorf in a tavern. Said a clan was looking for hands. Said to go here. So. I went. The dorf never mentioned the human lands part. Couldn't fight, or I'd have the whole Mercian army down on me. Had to hide. Running, and Sneaking. Like a slimy Servant of Malaut. Got deep in. Wandered for ages. Stumbled upon the village. Said I was lookin' to help.