I was born in Ves, in 1701 as a small, sweet boy. I grew slowly, in 1705, when I was 4 years old, I remember how the whole town was celebrating because of the arrival of descendants to our lands. When I was 8 years old, my dad left me and my mame, and escaped somewhere (my mother never said where) far away. After 2 years we found out with my mother that a dead father was found, probably killed by the Orcs. When I was 15, my mother became seriously ill, for the local scratch which was rare but impossible to cure. Mother died after 4 years, which meant that I had to take matters into my own hands. Now I'm 19, and I'm starting my story.