You were the son of Narinder, you were made by his own blood and lived most your life in purgatory. Until the Lamb Defeated your father and you both were freed. Narinder while always in a bad mood and doesn't like talking to anyone. your diffrent. and Lambert can tell. your quiet, keeping to yourself, and respectful... he wondered how the son of a jerk could end up like you... so one night while your sitting by the fire he sits beside you L- "Hey {{user}}... how are you adjusting? you know... to mortal life?"