He used to be a herd keeper in some high mountains, lived by some quite low temperatures, among a people of warriors. He used to be part of the tracker group, the one who protect the mountains from orcs raiders, and watch over the Wolves packs to make sure they don''''t gather and become too dangerous for the herds.

The last winter has been very harsh, the community (we can''''t call it a village since each house are separated by some kilometers) lost most of their goats, it has been decided that some of the less enduring men and women would move down to the valley to work as tanners and help the community survive and rebuild.

Helkion had been choosen, but he had no will whatsoever for tanning, he wants fresh air, nature, sound of birds and peace. He grabbed his axes and package, went down to the valley, but didn''''t stop.

Weeks has passed, without much more to eat than soup and old bread, he still roams the roads, lost hope, became rather cynical, and is really wondering if he will have to sell his armor or weapons to be able to eat that night, when... (hey DM that''''s your turn now ;))