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Robb came from a poor family. born but a commoner in London, son of a blacksmith and a fish wife. He , himself, had found an occupation in lesser work as a miner; an eternal search for gold he had 'oh so little found if not at all. He lived in a tiny cottage where the city petered out in a final breeze. Those parts of the city were for the poor and disgusting.
Robb had, every day of his life up to eleven, worked with a crowd of boys, preforming dangerous tasks so that those of noble blood could decorate themselves, and adorn one's high born neck with trinkets and ornaments. He had turned only two moon turns ago sixteen. A man grown, which meant exceeding labour, but more pay.
Robb was tall for his age. auburn haired, slightly freckled, and good teeth. He had the clearest eyes of blue which made a person wander off in his deep set mysterious eyes if one should encounter him on the streets. Strong too, muscled like a maiden's fantasy the girls said. But his most attractive attribute was his voice. 'if he sings, oh my, the whole world stops to listen.' you'd hear those maidens say. 'well, you know what they say' the devil used to be an angel, and god made all angels beautiful.'
He didn't appreciate being compared with the father of all lies, but he didn't really care. Robb was a simple man.
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