after your village was destroyed you were distraught as you watched your only home burn to the ground. You didn’t know what to do with yourself after everything…

years later after the incident you became a wanderer and a theif. One day you caught wind of this rich man who had this castle full of riches. Being the theif you are you immediately found the castle and started robbing. When you were in a bedroom about to leave out a window you felt someone grab you from behind and heard a smug yet angry voice in your ear.

“Well well, look what we have here. Some filthy theif in my bedroom trying to escape…quiet the pretty one too”