I am
Laechim Medo

As a wanderer of Norwegian heritage and mourning the loss of my wife
I set out, one wintery eve, to take a journey of newbirth.

I fought many battles along my journey,  both against those wishing to do me
harm for what little belongings I carried and with myself mentally for the grief I held within.

Finally, having no wears left to barter for food, garb that was in need of mending, and preparing
myself for what I thought would soon beVahalla I eventually came upon a village known as Dracawyn.

Mistakingly thinking this would be yet another village wishing to take my life I entered
with my sword drawn and my vengence focused on those I did not even know.

Although every attempt was made to refrain from harming me I was met with the strictest manner of
defense and saw an amazing bond of brotherhood, honor, loyalty, and protection towards this village.

I was taken, in arms, to face the presense of the head of the house Lady Rengaren Lorkath of Dracawyn. 
After much questioning of my intentions I was then given the offer of food, garb, a bed of hay to rest my head upon,
and welcomed to join in the festivities of the evening as a guest of her house.

Many days past as I remained in this village.  I was shown compassion, friendship, and offered
shelter for which my only price was assisting in the fields, learning the ways of the house,
and proving my loyalty to a band of brothers for which I had never had before.

I have since made this my home, sworn my allegiance to that of House Dracawyn, and
have proven my pledge of protection to m'lady Ren as one of her men-at-arms.