My parents were killed by orks and I was left to die in the wild. A nearby barman found and raised me and eventually I realised that I wasn’t this barman’s son or even a human. I grew old enough to drink beer and whilst he recited the story of the day he found me, I had a pint and it was the most horrible thing I’d tasted. I suddenly realised my quest to avenge my parents and brew the best beer in all the land.