Summary: I was born because my master did a very unfortunate thing. And oh, how we all suffered for it.
I was born because my first master did a very unfortunate thing. It is possibly the worst thing that a man could do. It drives him to wicked deeds that forever stain his hearts — if he has fortune on his side. At worst,he sacrifices the lives of those around him, tossing them aside like little more than a sandal with a broken strap.
My master was wicked to start with. When his father died, he left my master with a small castle and a few hundred acres of land. He led his people with a clenched fist harder than iron. He led them into war. He spared no one that could possibly threaten him, with their words, their deceitful actions or their swords. People were either his tools or nothing in this world.