Never knowing my mother as father never spoke of her I worked on the farm for all my youth. Growing up as my father got old, the cold winters marked my fathers face as I took the lead on the farm and put everything he taught me to work. The landowner cared not for my father nor myself, The first year went fair nothing great and the land owner not pleased with his earnings lashed out and forced us to work harder my fathers health dropped quickly after that and the following year the harvest was dire. The owner furious didn't feed us and what little my father and I had he gave to me. Later that winter he staved and i wandered to the nearest inn in hopes for warmth. I was taking in and fed looked after sweeping floor and helping deliveries until it was time I started my own life and on my own path. Not under Innkeeper or Landowner
