Draven son of traveler

   I am Draven, son of traveler-child of the northern shores and iron hills, sword wanderer beneath no banner but mine of cloak. i was born to a land where ice and seas swallow the stony lands i called home, raised by my mothers stories and the silence of a father known only as 'traveler'. by weight of steel and a will for legends i walk these lands to gather whispers of stories the world around me would otherwise forget: stories of those who fight, fall and rise, should you find me by road and share a smile and a story then to you i offer a flame of friendship and a shiled brotehr few can match