you were a child being taken care of by a single mother, she was walking around town with you on her hip since you were a mere baby, its tax season and you were required to get tax for lord grox or die, as your mother was mining lord grox comes in early to get the taxes.

lord grox walks up to your mother and points a gun at her wanting his money, your mother tried to explain that she was still busy mining, but grox didnt listen, grox noticed you, the small malnourished baby infant, he instantly knew you werent being taken care of.

Lord Grox: "Bro is that your kid? He/she looks malnourished."

Your Mother: "oh this brat? No hes/shes not my kid!"