WIP but basically this dude was a sellsword who signed up with a minor Ishgardian house, unintentionally becoming something of a knight.

When House Norwynn fell, ya boy went to Ishgard to determine the fate of the House's missing baron. While we was up there he discovered that hey, polearms are cool actually, and became a sellspear as well.

Ohm's back in town now and selling his spears and swords to anybody that will take them like the dirty harlot he is.

Maybe you need a mercenary to do some generic fantasy nonsense? Come on man, this cat's been eating stale bread for a week now and he's beginning to smell.

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