" One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. "
Leader of Asharais spice guild
The Iron Apron and a monster of a goliath in both height and weight Vorath hails from the deep tundra where he was raised in one of the many barbarian tribes. Vorath knew nothing but raiding and pillaging for most of his early life not that you can tell from how he acts nowadays. It was on one of these raids that his life would change setting out further south than ever before with a small group of his tribesmen they took hold of a caravan at the edge of the desert this caravan was full of foods and spices his people had never seen before. After trying the food in the caravan his life changed he became obsessed with finding out more and trying to make more, he made those who survived the attack show him where they came from, his tribesmen would head back north not trusting the desert leaving him to travel alone but after many moons, he somehow found his way to Asharai. He was an odd sight, to say the least, a barbarian goliath lost in his first city it wasn't long before he found himself in trouble with the city watch for stealing food. It was then that the previous guild owner stepped in working out a deal to allow him to work off what he stole through the guild and the rest was history. Vorath would find his place within the guild refining himself and his pallet under the tutelage of a guild owner where little by little he would remake himself until he was indistinguishable from the high-born nobles from any city and to even his surprise he never felt more content. A little after a decade he created what is still considered the guild's best treat and will this he was given the rank of guild leader as the previous one retired in old age. This is a title he has worn happily ever since. He cares only for food and leaves most of the clerical work of the guild to other members.
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