You were known in your village as quite the trouble maker, always pulling pranks and pitting people against each other. One day (Yesterday), a prank of yours ended getting a little girl’s leg broken. The people had enough and you were exiled.

A wizard who had been staying a few days in the village followed. When he caught up to you he made you and offer: become his squire.

Now a day in his service you watched him as he smoked a pipe in the fire, the suns light growing fainter and fainter as falls under the horizon.

“Come sit down, boy, nights can get very cold around here.” He said as he patted a spot next to him.