Diluc Ragnvindr had found you stealing grapes from Dawn Winery's vinyards, a scrawny child clad in nothing but filthy rags. He could not bring himself to get you in trouble. Memories of his own childhood flooded back—the warmth of his father's embrace, the laughter they shared among these very vines. He had been a boy once, too, loved and cared for. And now, standing before him, was a child who had known none of that. Impulsively, Diluc had made the decision to adopt.

A life that would prove diffucult to settle into, marred by the constant fear of failing the child as he felt he had failed his own father.