Introduction of Konstantin

[Konstantin K]

The tall man in the black coat with a hooded head comes to the message wall in the presence of several people, and posts a note to it using a small pin. To the people present he bows, takes his hood off revealing his face, which looks around 25-26 human years old, and is scarred over its right side from his lip to the middle of a cheek. He says outloud exactly what is written in his note:

Greetings, citizens of Troll's Bane and neighboring villages. My name is Konstantin, although some know me simply as Kurt, which is also correct and is actually my newly obtained name. Before this day most of you knew me only as a speechless shadow that walked around the town, hiding from everyone. That was not because of any evil intentions, but simply because I took my time to explore the city and adjust to its laws before I could decide who to trust.

I come from a distant world of Magadan, but I have not been there for a very long time. Travelling through several worlds and cities, I have visited many strange places before I arrived to Illarion. The last place I visited was Maeva, where I have almost lost a military conflict with someone whom I trusted much, and could not expect to attack me. I had to flee, although I think I have crossed the line of death once. By some unknown dark magic I was saved and brought back to life in a reborn young body, but my enemy managed to wound this body too, scarring me, I think, forever.

I fled from Maeva in my small boat, which I disassembled as soon as I landed.

I was heavily wounded in my last journey, but now I am almost fully healed, and have no reasons to be hiding anymore, however I saw that life in the town is way too unsafe and loud for my secluded style of existance. Therefore, I am moving out of Troll's Bane and into the forest, which can provide me with better survival conditions. I will periodically visit the town for news and trade, and I will be glad to help the town's citizens with my services.

A couple of days ago after a battle with vagabond ogres I stumbled across an abandoned house to the north of the town, more like a hut, and decided to setup a camp there. It seemed like a good place for me to settle down and enjoy my work. I have always preferred to live and work alone, but not because I do not like people, but because alone I am able to concentrate better on my job as a weaponsmith, which demands much attention.

As a sidenote I would like to thank several citizens who helped me heal and became friends to me.
Those who know me, will understand. I thank them all. To those who wished me evil, laughed at the wounded, sneered upon me, I can only do but forgive.

I hope I will see all of you again, if you are in need of a good weapon or tool, or just want to talk, you are welcome to visit me in my tent.

With respect,
and farewell.
<~(K/K}~>

Konstantin bows, puts his hood back on, and silently exists.
He fixes his overcoat and quickly walks out of the main gates into the mountains. He turns to the North and continues on until he reaches the abandoned hut and his camp.
Grabbing his blade handle with one hand without unsheathing it, he looks the hut around, making sure it is still empty. Then, he enters, and fixes the heavy wooden door, which got knocked from its hinges by something.
On the door he puts a neatly crafted metal sign:

"Konstantin"
"The Blacksmith"