Despite his Kiffar roots, Redoryk has spent most of his life on Dathomir The first memories he can recall include a certain old man who lead him through a dense forest, telling him to hurry up. He adressed the three year old as Redoryk Eamon of clan Ralgadorr; apart from that particular piece of information, the Kiffar knew nothing else of himself and his origin. After a three hour walk through the thicket, they began to emerge towards a clearing; the man beckoned the boy to follow him, but Redoryk refused. In front of his very eyes, his chaperon fell though into a ground trap, a wooden stake ramming through his chest, killing him instantly. In the next few instants, the trap was surronded by masked riders mounted on the fowlest beasts imaginable; they did not seem too upset with the death