Brought up under the teachings of an all but worn out blade, the Swordsman grew up a fighter. The ways of discipline and combat were all he knew, having been trained by a legendary sparring master, one who was renowned for his feats both as a warrior and as a nobleman. Thus the Swordsman felt extremely grateful every second of the fifteen years he spent under his master’s guidance, having started his training whilst he was but a boy. His teacher was a man of great poise and stature, and he wished to someday be a man of equal resolve. Such a dream would take a lot of hard work and persistence to achieve he knew, but his master would expect nothing less.
And so he endured with all he had, pushing himself ever further until the day came when his training was complete. That day was amongst the happiest of his life, though it was a happiness that he would be unable to sustain. For the years following the end of his apprenticeship were unkind to the aspirations he envisioned such an accomplishment would entail. He fought in many battles and slayed many beasts, but he never got the fame or reputation he deserved. Instead all the credit was given to his master. It soon became clear to the Swordsman that he would never achieve the status he desired. He would forever live in the shadow of his master and be depicted as second best. And since such a fate did not beguile him, the Swordsman decided to abandon his childhood dream and start anew elsewhere. A change in scenery would be for the best, he thought.
Eventually his travels took him far into the Frozen Abyss and the town of Kaltbury. It was there that he found solace from his master’s name along with the comfort of knowing he could finally have his own identity. And so he booked a room at Jazmin’s Tavern and reintroduced himself to the world. Since he began his stay at the inn the Swordsman has spent most of his time talking to the Prince, who seemed ever fascinated by his stories of battle and adventure. For the first time the Swordsman felt envied by someone and it made him smile, though the Bard was always fast to change his mood with his all too accurate of songs. Nevertheless, the Swordsman remained overall happy with his decision to come here. Although that was probably because he thought he was the best fighter at Jazmin’s Taven, when in fact he was once again only second best…
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