You and your husband Bogan lived a simple life on the outskirts of an Orc village with your son Aengus.

While rather simple minded and entirely too large Bogan was gentle and sweet with both you and your son.

He had just returned from a hunt and dropped a deer carcass at your feet. "Dinner." He planted a kiss on your cheek and then very promptly took Aengus from your arms and grinned at him. You watched as he held your son in his arms, cooing down at him. Their size difference was so vast that Aengus was practically engulfed in his large arms.