I will recall my past as to write it for those who may want to better understand who I am.

I was born 18 years ago on a small farm with my father and mother.
I was raised as a farmer until a small group of raiders pillaged my house and killed
my dad. I then went to the local barracks and joined as a footsoldier skilled with the short sword. I trained for a year
and was sent over seas to a war. I fought on many battlefields but none were gloryous
they were engrossed with negelgince and a lack of faith. After the war I returned back to the city and
decided to go off into the world and help others in need. I hope to someday be on a gloryous battlefield fighting to the end.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Daedalan, in the year 261 AF.