From the Background:
Adventure has forever been a distant thought for one like you. You are not a Warrior. You are not a Wizard. You are simply a young lad working at the stables in Port Blacksand, under the care of your guardian-tutor, the stableman.
A kind and goodly fellow, the stableman has looked after you for more than a decade, teaching you to ride and take care of horses. You have worked hard, receiving only meagre wages for your exhausting duties. But you have no complaint, for the stableman, himself, is scratching a living. Nonetheless, you are still well fed and allowed to stay in a small living area above the stables, which is ultimately better than the grubby inns of Blacksand. Best of all, the stables overlook a training ground.
Some time ago, a sergeant of the despicable City Guard, deemed it necessary to train and discipline Lord Azzur's troops. The idea didn't get very far, of course. Most of the soldiers merely lazed around or sat yawning with boredom till each session was over. The sergeant left the city without ever knowing of his greatest pupil.
From a young age, you have dreamt of an adventurous life in the outside world but felt too unprepared. In the time you had to spare, you would constantly spy on the training ground from your window upstairs when a session was in progress. You watched, learned then practiced the art of swordplay and combat manoeuvres in the confines of your room.
Now, growing into adulthood, you find that your arduous work has built up your strength and confidence. What's more, you require less sleep to regain energy, and that means more hours to continue your self-training. Soon you will be ready to join the world's heroes on a path of adventure.