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Rob-hin had it all, a nice home, lots of friends and parents who loved him. The farm was doing well and he had everything he wanted.
He was a fine young man back then. Good looks and always friendly to everybody, even strangers. And working on the fields with his dad made him strong.
He didn’t have a care in the world.
But trouble lurked, and in a way least expected.
His friends grew envious. Rob-hin started getting into fights, people thought it was because of his ego. “His fathers money got to him.”, “He thinks he is better then us.” they said. None of this was true.
As years want by, Rob-hin rarely left the farm. Afraid of the people in the village, he dedicated all of his time to the farm. It wasn’t enough though, a feeling inside of him grew. He felt the needed to prove himself, to his parents, the villagers but mostly to himself. So he decided to leave. Hardly saying goodby to his parents he left at the break of dawn.
On his travels he met a strange old man, his eyes where small and his skin was a differend colour then his. Rob-hin joined him, carrying his bags for him and helping him any way possible. They rarly spoke but he learned a lot from him. Though the man, named Ijangi, was very old in human years, he was still able to defend himself, in a very strange way. He didn’t use a sword but his walking staff. A rare but wonderous fighting style.
After the demise of Ijangi who died of old age, Rob-hin continued his travels alone. Attracted by rumours of a guild called “Blades of the Banshee” he started looking for this new guild unsertain why.
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