Vermin, rodent, trash...these were the things uncle called me back home. Since the goblins had massacared my parents hunting lodge my uncle inherited it all, I was to young to care for it or myself. He got wealthy on the rich game trails the Founders settled...my uncle also squndered that wealth. I stayed a time, learning the ways of trapping and hunting, skinning and tracking.
I sharpened my eyes to target far off enemies. Finally I trained my strength to draw my fathers bow.
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