When I was a young wemic child in my hometown, I remember one fatefull night. My mother had just put my sister, Halia, and I and had gone back to the other room with my father. A few hours after we both had fallend asleep I awoke to a loud crash in my parents room. I glanced at my sister and she appeared to still be sleeping next to me. As I went to investigate the noise I had heard I heard light footsteps behind me. I quickly turned to find young Halia following me. I ordered her back to our room, and as she reluctantly went I went on to our parents room. When I came to the room I could hear my mother begging for her life and Halia's and mine. I peeked in and saw a somewhat large dwarf dressed in black draw his sword. I heard the cry of death escape from my mother as the sword slid into her stomach. As she fell I saw my fathers body next to hers. Quickly I ran to my room and grabbed Halia. We climbed out our window and ran as fast and farther then we ever could have any other time in our lives. When we finally lost the dwarf who had started to chase us, we went to the nearest house and knocked on their door. As I told the young woman who answered the door our story Halia began to cry. I held her close and asked the young woman if we may stay with her for awhile. She immediatly agreed to take us in. That night as I held Halia as she cried herself to sleep, I silently swore to myself that I would find our parents murderer and kill him. All that year I spent all my time helping bring up Halia into a fine young adult, Halia only being 12 at the time had to act twice her age. I myself trained hard and learned much from both my trainers and Halia. When I finally began my journey two years later I was 18. I left the hospitality of the young woman we had stayed with and left Halia with her also until she was ready to join me. I arrived in New Haven and found many people eager to help me continue my training and such. I now and 22 and have Halia here with me as she is 18 and ready to start assiting me. We now both look for our parents' murderer.