Role

Chapter 7

How'd I end up here? Well, I can't really say fer certain. I got a long way
to go yet, and this place'll hopefully be better after I'm gone.

My mom died giving birth to my little brother--he died too. Then about three
years later when I was five or four our farm was burned and I guess my dad
had had enough and hung himself. I usually tell people that both my parents
died when our farm burned though--no point in getting into it all.

So the militiamen of Tir-Talith took me to the orphanage of Balator. It
weren't too bad, but I was happy enough to start as an apprentice on a wheat
farm south of town.

Still, I don't think I was ever fully accepted there; didn't have no family
and things got a little violent once the Imperial Army opened us to the rest
of the world. Well, I was strong and sixteen at the time, so I decided to
join the guild of warriors and see if I couldn't do a little better there
than in Balator.

Guess I'd still have to say that the farmers in Balator are 'my people' even
though I don't know if they'd accept me if they were asked. I guess that's
one of the reasons I took up as an adventurer.