Berkely Koehneman's Story

It wasn't too long after his father died that Berkely branched away from his family in means to set out for a new adventure, hoping to make something of himself in a new town. He was mainly looking for a place to rebuild himself, find a new purpose in life, perhaps settle down and marry a woman he took a liking to and was a perfect match for him. However, in order to accomplish this ultimate dream, he would have to start out small, working for crafting shops and offering his helpful services to patrons around the lands.

When he arrived to Vantia, he had made a great impression on the crafting store owner, where he was granted a job and presented a great deal of help. Working towards a better life, Berkely knew he would have to put his all into saving as much as possible. The pay was small, and he knew all too much what the cost of his labor would be: a small amount of copper coins and a quaich of water, possibly some bread. It wasn't much to live off of, but it held this working man together.

"Berk, I bid you adieu. The common shop will be managed by your service as I'll be off on a long haul." The old store owner announced, walking towards the front of the craft shop from the storage closet near the privy, a large satchel in hand. Berkely wiped his tired, dirty hands with a damp rag as he blankly stared at the old man. After a few moments of silence, he nodded his head in a slow fashion, assuring his comprehension of the matter.

It had been a long day, and all Berkely wanted to really do at this point was relax and go home, but he couldn't just yet - he had a lot of work to still complete before he was able to rest up. The middle of the day was always the hottest for working out in the sun, and hard labor never carried an easy break for those who spent so much effort on sheltered perfection.

Berkeley walked outside of the shop, inhaling a deep breath of hot, humid air, as his shoulders were accompanied by the hands of the shop owner. Berkely lowered his head some and exhaled slowly, a slight feeling of relaxation overcoming him. Berkely cleared his throat and spoke with a low tone, his voice seeming a bit hoarse. "I won't let you down."

"I expect you not rob this place of its worth." The store owner replied, releasing his young worker's shoulders and offering a single pat on the back. As he walked away, packing his satchel full of water skins, Berkely leaned against the doorway of the shop. It was quiet now. Break time was almost up, and Berkely still had a lot of work to get done. He strode around to the back of the shop where he would continue working on a boat for his planned future endeavors.