During the hour long march through the Siphonds, Leaf let's the others into a little of his story.
From Bio on OP:
"Leaf is the only name I can remember being called. My people lived in the northern reaches of Avistan, where the weather can kill you as easily as the wolves. The clans were mostly all warriors, whose feats where know far and wide and men trembled when the sight of are warbands came. I grew up learning the ways of my people it was a life of survival. You fought the weather, you fought the beasts, and you fought the men who sought to take from you.
All the young boys of my village first learned on the river. If we provided for ourselves we would then be assigned to a great ship and go on coastal raids. We were taught how to mend nets, catch and clean fish, and most importantly, we were “gutters”. On the river if you cut a boat free of it’s mooring you were said to have “helped gut it”, because it would then float downriver where everything in it would be taken or gutted out.
Sometimes the men who owned those ships would come looking for us; they would come in numbers and under arms. Another thing taught to all us young boys was how to fight. We fought mock fights two or three times a day, we fought with the other riverfolk almost as much. And when we weren’t fighting the older men were were boasting about past fights and battles the had been part of. It was during one of these “battles” that I lost my family and clan."
He goes silent and then before he can continue you reach your destination. He puts away his trident so it rest in the holder across his back.
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