A brute warrior who's... shy? Rhen thought. Given the opportunity, a fighter would make any excuse to boast of their adventures and conquests, to intimidate or gain the respect of those around him. This man has either nothing to boast about, or perhaps, Rhen mused, he has every confidence in himself to not have to. The scout hoped, for his sake, it was the latter.
"My story is not so bold. I come from a hearty village many days from here. My mother was a water farmer, along with my father, who was also part of the local militia. They taught me how to survive, each in their own way, before sacrificing everything they had to give me a future in the wider world. I am here to find that future, wherever it may be."
"Though if the half-elf never shows, my future will be that of an old man stuck in a backwater town!"