Distant Lands.

[Skulvar]

A young Farmboy is seeking shelter from the rain in a small shed on the Isle of Wen, a pitchfork clutched in his hands. "Does it ever end?" He mutters, as he stares into the distance, across the sea.
The mainland, it looks so promissing. The farmboy came from far too search for glory and gold in Degolburg, but stranded on the Isle of Wen, where he could luckily find a job at a local farmstead.
He's been practicing his combative skills on the Island, while building a raft to sail to the mainlaind. The raft is near complete, soon he will be able to pursue his ambitions.