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Dughal was born and raised in Evendim, the eldest sibling in a family of six, and is an ex-tomb robber.

He ran away from home since their family faced significant financial trouble, and joined up with a small nomadic group of thieves and tomb-robbers when he was fourteen, who helped train and raise him. After living and working with the group for about nine years, they were raiding an underground tomb one night and there was a cave-in.

Dughal was trapped under rubble, his throat and chest crushed, for the whole night and up until around midday the next day, when he managed to wiggle himself out, and escape through the new hole in the ceiling. He barely made it to the closest village, where the local healer nursed him back to health. He was left effectively mute, however, and can only speak in the most hoarse, raspy, thin whispers, which still burn heavily at his throat, and he can barely manage one, let alone a conversations' worth. After nearly two months of recovery, he went back to the campsite of his group, only to find next to nothing, barely any signs of a camp being there in the first place.

With no group to work with, and no one to care for, Dughal set out on the road. He roamed through the North Downs and parts of Evendim for a time, doing odd jobs and hiring on as a sellsword wherever he could. He's no master of any one skill, but is decent with most weapons, can ride and direct animals, and has no problem working with his hands. He wasn't happy with it, however, and after nine months of adventuring, he decided to go south, towards Bree.