I was born to a poor family on the edge of the frontier, where survival was a daily negotiation between hunger, labor, and the distant decisions of those who never saw our fields. I grew up watching the many carry what the few would never lift, and I learned early that worth is something the world is quick to deny people like us.

Everything changed when a wandering paladin arrived in our town. He was nothing like the local powers—he listened, he stood with the common folk, and he acted as if dignity belonged to everyone, not just those born into it. I became his squire, and under his guidance I learned that justice is not inherited; it is chosen and defended. I swore an oath and set my feet on the same path, but I have never stopped feeling that I am still chasing the shape of what he truly was.

My master eventually rode toward the Ashenwall and never returned. I followed his trail as far as I could, but it ended where the world itself seemed to forget him. Now I walk on, not just to find what became of him, but to prove the world that i am worthy, not because of my blood or money but because of my valor.

In my lonely quest for valor I've encountered an eccentric cleric named Osdan. He is the first person that I felt can survive with me in this treacherousroad. I invited him to travel with me but in turn he invited me to a establishment called "Lantern Company". I am not sure but this prospect might be worthy of my skills...