First let it be known that I am a simple man… correction. I “WAS” a simple man. I made my home in the human lands to the south, though I fear that with my death few memories remain in tack. But the memories I have… they are so precious to me. I was a woodsman, leather worker by trade. Though not one of fame or fortune, but enough to survive and support my family… my family. Not let it be said that the Forsaken can not weep.