Asero, "of iron", is what my father wished me to be named. I have grown to be a muscular youth, worthy of my name.
I have taken the title "Wanderer" for I have no home to call my own. I must need travel and learn as much as I can. And when it is time, I shall wander no more and set out to become Ruler of Kings.
A Sentimental Value
My father had this sword made for me while I was but a child. It feels like a child's toy now but the blade remains shiny and the edge keen. It should serve me well still before I am able to acquire weapons much more suitable.
I have some gold to my name from a month's work. During my employ, I had been teased endlessly for my large stature and lack of "worldly knowledge". Having resolved to remedy the situation, I mustered the courage to enter the brothel. A beautiful human woman came up to me and took my hand, leading me to a perfumed room. "I know thee, Asero" she says. "Thou hast thy sire's endowments," she adds with a smile.
She silenced my questions with a kiss and thence began my instructions in more ways than one.