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Etheirgrum grew up a strong young man with much resemblance to his father, other than the fact that is father looked much more like a hawk in appearance than himself. The sudden distinction fell upon him that he did not much fit in with the people of his tribe, they were much more traditional, much less easy going and sarcastic. His father teachings flew over his head like the wind and never managed to circle back around to his opposite ear. Often found in separate girls huts or in the snow with a bottle in his hands, his father urged the chieftain to do something about his son, make him one of their own, force him into the ways of the tribe. Thus a wedding was arranged, and ceremonies were placed in date to tame the unruly son of a northerner. Though the idea of being wed to a woman he hardly knew, and having only her for the rest of his life did not settle well with Etherigrum, he liked variety, he liked choice. On the morning of his wedding when he mother came to his bed, he wa snot present. Nothing left but the furs he used to sleep on and the bones he used to wear.

Etheirgrum suddenly found himself in the happening trading town of Dale, with a sense of freedom and opportunity around him. With this new freedom he had never had before, he gathered up a rather high gambling debt, along with a few others for a home he rented and food he took. Having never experienced trade before, he did not understand the concept. Thinking it pathetic for men to go out and kill deer so easily gotten then try and sell them out for coin. Falling into drink and countless fights at many a tavern, the guard eventually were forced to take stand. Making sure that he was no longer found on the alley streets of Dale. His path took him south through the forests and plains of Rohan, making 'friends' of a bar maid in one of the villages in the outskirts of the land. Though the day she gave birth he was again no where to be found, vanishing just as simply as he had from the North. 

An emptiness suddenly struck deep inside himself, the fact that he had no one who cared about him and no one to care about slammed into his chest like a brick wall that spanned on for years and years in either direction. In his distracted paths he came upon the town of Bree, making what coin he could as a mercenary or whatever means  he could possibly think up. Gambling, scamming, bribes. His world was as confused and lonely as ever until he suddenly stumbled upon a woman in the bar one night, one he had never seen the likes of before. Or at least to his own eyes, she was much more beautiful than others he had come in contact with. His heart raced when he saw her, his eyes longed when she walked away. Before he knew it he had a ring around his finger, a woman under his arm, and a child at his feet. Blinking himself into reality, he couldn't be happier.