He was never one to carry hatred in his heart — but it’s all he knew now. The bitterness of the world around him, the weight on his shoulders which held him down, the loss of his home, his father, his brother, & his enslavement by the Holy Empire of Sabreque.

He sat on the barstool, “It was my mother who sold me and your father who enslaved me,” he scoffs, he turning his back to you. “Don’t play the role of a damsel in distress when you play a part in causing the distress.”