Gregory Tumaldris was a simple man, he made his living in the the Wither Woods repairing carts that inevitably broke down around his home. He'd almost had it to a science the travelers would always overestimate the durability of their wagon and the reliability of the Oil road. He could have tried to fix the road but no one would pay him for that and besides that was Eastgates problem, when repair jobs were sparse he took to trapping, it wasn't glamorous but it fed his wife and kids. That was until the war came...
Gregory could barely find a rabbit within three kilometers the Desert King had rose and with him so had Gregory's misfortune, he and many other folk of the Wither Woods started suffering under the armies of the Desert King occupying their land, eating their food, scaring away any business that might happen down the road. They'd had enough, Gregory and other folks like him decided to strike back!
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This was the third one this week for Gregory, He'd take any good he thought were valuable and pool them with a stash that a few able bodied men would take to Eastgate to sell to merchants for a bit of coin. Gregory wouldn't pretend what he was doing was right but it was just.