Boredom Mounting, Blades Dulling: Native
My father was a Steppe nomad. He dropped me off at the nearest town when I was of working age, and I toiled as a smith for many years. Got my own smithy, lost it all in some horrific event that is generic as they come. Headed off on my own, with not much more than a big axe and a horse. It was time to vent a little frustration, chop off a few heads, step on a few provincial…