Son of a local blacksmith, my father used to be in the peasant levy but lost his foot so he have to retire quite young. I grow up being taught in the way of blacksmithing and fighting.

One day our local lord open the recruitment for the upcoming war, which I join. I would say I do well for the 1st few battles, but then we fall into an ambush and something hit my head knocking me out. When I woke up Im already in chained and on voyage to Wylderock Island