Muscle for hire, sellsword. Yamarki has known danger since he was very young. So much so that he had to flee a couple of times, as the bounty on his head was getting a little tiny bit too much.
However, while scaping to [COUNTRY] they got ambushed, making it so the Gang had to disperse. Yamarki found himself in [NEW COUNTRY], alone. And while he plans to find the gang again, it would be better to lay low. His only supplies were a couple loafs of bread and some salted meats. His coin, almost nonexistant.
He met Velav at the very first Inn he put foot in, the very first person he saw arriving at the new lands.
Yamarki knows to distrust strangers, and when this stranger got a little too close to him, he knew he was either an experienced thief or a stupid one. Turns out it was the later and Yamarki could very easily use this new acquintances knowdelege of the lands, their people and how to survive.
Now traveling the land and investigating where the rest of Yamarki's gang is, the both of them are trying to make some coin. Maybe a small fortune. Retire someplace without the need to put their life on the line for someone else.
"You keep your hands to yourself and we are all going to be just fine"
"Awh, c'mon! It's not like you had anything valuable anyways! Hey! You seem like you mean bussiness. I sorta need someone to help me with something? No? Money? Theres money involved."
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