Weir's story began two years ago, the day orcs attacked his village.
He was only ten then, still a child who understood nothing, when he lost all his relatives and friends, and his former home became ruins.
Only his mother, dragging her weary body, brought Weir to escape into the forest.
Without food or water, they could only survive by scavenging fruits.
However, misfortune didn't stop there.
Soon after, they were captured by a group of passing slave merchants.
His mother tried to make Weir escape, but ultimately they were both taken to the slave market.
Weir only remembered being displayed like merchandise before those cold buyers.
Wearing rough cloth, hungry to the point where his stomach touched his back, even basic dignity stripped away.
His mother held Weir tightly, silently enduring it all.
Until fate's turning point appeared—the great Lord Vaerik appeared at the slave market, buying hundreds of slaves including himself.
