*a man sits here absently flipping a coin, as you take a seat he tells you about himself*
I was born in the fair city of Iridine. I've live with my uncle since age five when my parents failed to return from a trip to the Aestavian League. My uncle was a good and learned man, and taught me a great many things while I lived under his roof. He taught me to read and write, when to use my wits rather than my blade. Around my seventh year I ran errands for people of Iridine, though it was mostly shopkeepers, Tavern owners, and occasionally a shadier variety of people My uncle encouraged this saying I would get a close look at the motivations of people. If it was within the walls of Iridine, I knew the best and quickest way there. After doing that for some time I grew bored and worked at crafting from wood. Though I was moderately skilled, I held no love for the work, and turned to something else. *grins* Tried my hand at harvesting, not bad money in it...but *grins* not much excitement either. As every Iridinian has I even went so far as to search out vermin in the sewers, but you might say I just didn't have the nose for that type thing.*grins* During my 12yr year, I decide to see what life was like beyond the walls of Iridne. I travelled the roads, common and uncommon for five years, and saw many wonders like I'd never seen. I saw the snow capped Blackroot Mountains, Cinerian Troops marching along the road to their capital, dark forests with starnge creatures cries heard on the faint winds, a roaming circus with all its brightly colored tents. I was still content with my nomadic lifestyle, but one day I recieved a letter that my uncle was ill, and needed me. So I returned home after all this time. Oh here I've said all this and never introduced myself.. *stands and bows*
"Merse is the name..Merse Dodger."
*nods to you and takes his seat and returns to flipping his coin*