At just 13 years old, Thorinnel’s father set out to the marketplace to purchase another loaf of bread using his family’s savings. The trip, though intended to be a quick back and forth, turned out to be much, much longer than anyone could have expected. Too focused on the aroma of the freshly baked treat, Rudolphus decided to sit down on a nearby fallen log and indulge himself with a quick bite or two. One bite, then another. He just couldn’t stop. By the time he opened his eyes again, the treat was gone. Rudolphus was horrified, overcome with the guilt of what his family had spent so long saving up for. Their two goats, Judo and Raj, were nearing the end of their lives. As of recently, their once delectable milk had run dry. Rather than coming face to face with defeat once again, Rudolphus decided to flee. He had chosen to feast rather than share.
Thorinnel, having spent many days at home with seldom to eat and even less to do, decided to set out for the nearby town of Renatus. Despite his sheltered life, Thorinnel quickly noticed that no one was like him. They all had another hue of skin, while he brandished a metallic green glow. Not to mention, they were all much taller than him. To best hide his strange face, Thorinnel took shelter under the bridge into the enormous city. Soon afterwards, he closed his eyes to rest...
That spot, under the bridge, became his habitat. In such a location, there would be no one to bug him or pick on him.
