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11/12/2009 4:11 PM
 

Benjamin, a name given to him by the Walbrook orphanage, was left motherless due to complications at the time of his birth. Growing up in the local orphanage taught him to appreciate the little things in life. His favorite pastime is fishing and he went anytime the orphanage permitted. He volunteered to help out in the kitchen because it gave him the opportunity to go fishing with Jacob, the cook, a kind and jolly man. Although his name was technically Benjamin, everyone knew him as Fisher.

Walbrook is the largest city in the Ghan province and is the closest major city to both Moring and Irillian making it a bustling city with traders constantly coming and going. Besides being a major trade post, Walbrook is best known for its underground river, Camden, which funnels out north of the city.
Historians say that the underground river was once much larger and passed all the way through to the sea. It is believed to have been used as passage to and from the continent to the north. However, the passageway has since been collapsed in the area of the swamplands.
The river Camden is now used as a sewer system. This helps make Walbrook a very clean city.
There are two main streets through the city. The first, also named Walbrook runs east and west. The second, named Camden, runs parallel to the river Camden, mostly north and south, giving the street a winding effect. You will find the center of the city where the two streets intersect at Walbrook and Camden.
At the age of 12, Fisher was given the opportunity to serve as an apprentice for Ian, a barber on Fleet Street. Ian, a tall and lanky widower, became the closest thing to a father that Fisher ever had. After Ian developed a severe case of arthritis, seventeen-year-old Fisher took over the barbershop under Ian’s supervision.
Fisher found young love at the age of 18 and was quickly married to the beautiful Lucy. A baker and an only child, Lucy, took over the family bakery after the disappearance of her parents some time ago. Being well taught by her parents, Lucy made the most delicious bread. Her specialty, however, was her pastries. If you were looking for a savory treat, Lucy’s was the place to go.
Shortly after their marriage, Lucy started being harassed by the villainous and lecherous Judge Turpin who wanted Lucy for himself. He had Fisher arrested on false charges and condemned to death. It was only through Lucy’s pleading that the Judge allowed Fisher to join the military to escape the punishment of death.
Not long after being forced into the military, Fisher received word from Ian that Lucy had turned up dead. Rumor has it that, after refusing to lay with Judge Turpin, she was conveniently found beaten to death in a back alley.
Fisher mourned the loss of his beloved Lucy and vowed to someday avenge her death. As such, he began working more and more on combat skills and tactics so he would one day be able to bring the Judge to Justice.
One night after going to sleep, Fisher awoke to find himself imprisoned with a huge bump on his head. His fellow comrades were nowhere to be found. The torture and agony which followed were immense but they were nothing compared to the pain he felt upon losing the love of his life.
 
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3/8/2010 9:56 AM
 

Mary and Company,
You’ll have to forgive my friend. I think all those years of marriage have made him a bit ornery and untrusting. I use the term “friend” loosely as it’s probably more appropriate to use the term forced acquaintance. But he’s never done anything to contradict otherwise, so I’ll consider him a friend until he proves me wrong. And from what I’ve seen so far, he seems like an all around good guy, albeit a bit paranoid. If you knew a bit more about our background, you would probably understand why.
I hope that you’ve seen, to this point, I have been completely honest with you. There are multiple reasons for this. To start, I feared that if you perceived us as “too sneaky”, you would view us as your enemy and a fight would ensue, which would most likely end in the loss of life for some. And since our cover was already blown, because of the raspberry incident, I didn’t want to make things worse through deception.
Two, it is my opinion that you are prisoners in your own lands, in hiding, without the ability to live freely and openly, hunted by your own people. You were very fortunate that we intercepted the information that has been gathered about your people before it was too late. Having said that, I believe your welcome in this town and in your country, for that matter, has run out. The man in the horseshoe house is only a pawn in this whole thing and has been reporting back to the governor and who knows who else. It should be assumed that, since we were mistaken for your hunters, the real pursuers are in route as we speak.
I know what it’s like to be hunted by my own people. And I know what it’s like to be captured and imprisoned by your people. It is my advice to do everything in your power to avoid both.
There are many of your countrymen, with your same talents, who have fled to safe borders. If you’re interested, we can give you asylum and you will be able to live free and openly. I will not lie, there are some who will judge because of the color of your skin, but it’s my belief that those prejudices will fade in time.
I’m of the opinion that life is precious and should be valued and if you stay here in your country, yours will either be taken or you will wish that it had been taken.
On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your cooperation in locating Ethan. As my friend suggested, none of us are in the business of “silencing” innocent people and none of us are ok with being used to pursue the corrupt agenda of one man. Getting to the bottom of this will be of great help.
Upon our return, please consider joining us in our journey back to Celen.
Most sincerely,
Fisher
 
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