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Whatever was his life before he started being a dishwasher for the Hammer and the Harp doesn't seem to be that important, at least judging by how much he does not dwell on it.
Or perhaps he just never really cared to think about it too much.
Hailing from Lake-town, Branniell is a woman of questionable morals and motives. While she would by no means condone murder or commit it herself. She has no qualms with doing what benefits her at the moment or will in the future. That being stated those who find themselves in the woman's good graces will enjoy the fruits of her labor with her. That being said those in her good graces are few and far between. What drives her you may wonder? Who is she really? The woman speaks little of her past.
Although I was happy travelling on occasions, I was not a wanderer at heart. I had dwelt in two homes only. Until I was fourteen my family had all lived in the farmhouse, northwest of Edoras. Then I had lived just outside Harwick with my parents, and my father alone, after my mother had died. There was the year at Forlaw, which strangely enough had always seemed home to me, far more than Harwick ever had. There were the months in Stangard, which I wish had never occurred.