Role

Chapter 1

As Ryfin grew up he never wanted for anything. He was the youngest son of
a minor noble in the Galadonian region. The Vasdenhorst's lands were small
but they had held them for generations and were well established. Their
wealth came primarily from their vineyards, though they were probably more
known for the work they did in supporting the local food shelters.

All the Vasdenhorst children served in the food shelters once they were of
an age to do so. And all did so willing, it was their heritage and it was
a just and right thing to do. They were always many in need so they were
kept busy.
This also gave Ryfin the chance to meet a variety of interesting characters
that he wouldn't otherwise encounter on the estate. And although their lives
were hard, he envied their freedom. He spent much time with the younger street
kids, sneaking away from his duties at time to cause mischief with them.
Over time he become more comfortable in the city streets than he did back
at his home.

That of course was frowned upon by his parents. As the youngest son he was
being groomed for a leadership role within the guard. Much like his uncle
was the captain of the local garrison that was to be his allotted place.
At least he wasn't to be married off for political reasons like his sister.
But try as they might, his parents could never stop him sneaking away from
when he should have been attending his fighting and academic teachings.