"Well, could start by telling you about myself . . . if that would sufice as a story to your liking," Silxa offers, "I am an orphan and this is the start of my story.
Though I no longer can remember where I lived; I have found out about my homeland. When I was but a child, my father left home to answer the call to war. Of course, my mother begged him not to go, seeing as I was so young and they had no other child. And, of course, my father would not listen and took the better of the two horses from the stable. It was many years that he was gone and my mother had set her mind to believe he was dead, when one evening- just as darkness fell- he road up to the cottage covered in dirt and dust from the ride and blood and bruises from battle. My mother was overjoyed at his return and immediately sent me to bed and set to work binding up his wounds.
When I awoke that morning she sent me over to the neighbor’s cottage telling me, 'They got a new puppy yesterday and their children would like you to play with them.' I obeyed as any child would. I never left the neighbors care. In fact the next morning they moved out, and I went with them thoug I begged to stay. I learned later that my father had deserted the army and was pursued for it. He was killed as a traitor and my mother for assisting him.
I lived with my new family for 7 years, at that time I was around the age of 13. Then, I felt that I had to find my own place in the world, so I took to wandering."