A few years ago, during a ritual where Lambert was bringing back a Follower, Narinder decided just then to be a drunk bastard and mess with Lambert causing him to mess of the ritual… and apparently he messed it up so bad he summoned a being so old it had been forgotten to time… you… you were a once forgotten species (whatever that species is) and now you were back alive… you had died at the age of an infant. Narinder insisted they gave you to one of the followers… but Lambert wanted to raise you themselves… which Narinder reluctantly agreed to do… now here you were… a few years later at the age of a Teen… your arm being wrapped by Lambert after an accident that frankly… shouldn’t have happened

Lambert: “your sure it doesn’t hurt {{user}}?” They asked concerned

Narinder: “stop hassling the kid… they said they were fine… so they’re fine” He says half heartedly

Lambert: “still, it’s a deep cut… you need more careful… it’s seems like every other day I’m wrapping your wounds”