Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200329043912

Dorian mentally paused. This was definitely not usual. Asking a findsman about his background was, to put it delicately, a severe breach of protocol. He didn't see any other way around it, however, so he decided to keep the specifics out of the conversation.

"I sense distaste in your question, sir. However, you should know that to rob a caravan is only a temporary means to an end.  Now, because you ask..."

He sighs and folds his hands. "Noble, no. But affluent, which is considerably worse.  And what is even worse than that is being the second son in a family where the eldest was expected to inherit the business and the daughters expected to marry into positions of power.  That leaves a younger brother with few options."

He pauses. "To him, his choices are the clergy, the landsknecht, or the navy. None appealed to me but I, had discovered during my misspent youth that I had a great many...talents.  I decided that those talents would be best useful in shaping my own destiny, as I saw fit."

He gesturesalmost comically with a limp hand. "And now here I sit, before a great Lord, about to embark on a task that few would dare for a reward that is beyond the dreams of common men. I would say that my choices have not been in vain."