The lush hills I call home. This land creates warriors. Inside the ancient forest's lurk all manner of forgotten creatures, savage wild cats and grizzly bears. Fur, claw and fang rule this valley. Overun with wild Werewolves and all kinds of horrific beasts. I was forged in this crucible of untamed wilderness, my steel tempered by the mighty Frasier River and my razor sharp edge honed by the Rocky Mountains. You can find me where the two rivers meet, then go West about six kilometers. There you will find me, drinking ale from a horn, sitting in front of a roaring fire. My latest kill roasting on the flames.