Red-haired Thunar grew up poor, weak, and helpless. His father, Signar, was once a proud mercenary-warrior; half-Nord and half-giant. Then one day, he entered into a state of grief that he never left. Around him, nobody knew what caused him to fall
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“There’s not a single Fredas that goes by without some form of mischief or another in Balmora. A night without a drunken brawl in the clubs was unheard of. After all, it’s in our kin’s nature to be as harsh and raw as the lands
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