Kaszek Nowak

Hello,

My name is Kaszimierz Nowak, or "Kaszek" (Little Kashmir) for short.  

I grew up in a small village tucked away in the Tatra Mountains and Forests of Poland. I learned the silent language of the forest - the whisper of the wind through the oaks, the footprints of the red stag in the frost, and the distant howl of wolves that sing to the moon. 

I follow where the wind takes me.  You'll often find me rummaging the surroundings for anything tasty to bring a good meal to life.   A flask of mead in one hand, a pipe of woodland herb in the other, I take joy in the simple pleasures of life.

But when battle comes, as it always does, I do not shy from it. I fight with the fury of the wilds, for the hunt, for the land, and for the stories yet to be told.