Andreus

Born beneath the shadow of a lord’s keep and raised on stale bread, muddy roads, and questionable ale, I am but a humble peasant seeking fortune beyond the turnip fields. I own no land, possess no title, and have approximately three copper coins to my name—but what I lack in wealth, I make up for in stubbornness, tavern gossip, and an uncanny ability to avoid honest labour.

I have come to the faire in search of good ale, better company, and perhaps a noble willing to overlook my complete lack of useful skills. Until then, you’ll find me wandering the market, complaining about taxes, and pretending I definitely did not steal that chicken.