I don’t remember much before I came to stay with Lamm, just that life was hard. I don’t remember my parents at all, not even what they looked like. I worked for Lamm committing petty crimes as part of his grand scheme. I can’t say that I ever saw any logic to it, it seemed he thrived on the chaos that he created and that was the only reason for what he did. I constantly tried to impress him to get in his better graces, but nothing worked. I always slipped up at some point and questioned his methods and reasons, which always resulted in a whipping. I still bear many of the scars on my back. One day when I was twelve, he told me to rob a house. He only wanted one item, a crossbow. It didn’t make much sense to me. He sent me in by myself, strange. And for one item, even stranger. Once I was in the house I quickly found the room he described. It looked like a small alter. The crossbow hung on the wall, but it wasn’t what caught my attention. The symbol on the alter, a key with an image of Korvosa on it. I knew this was a gentle nudge from Adabar to remind me what I was doing was wrong. But what choice did I have, Lamm would whip me again for sure if I didn’t come back with the crossbow. Knowing that I would lose all favor with Adabar if I took the crossbow, I ran off to the temple to pray. I prayed long and hard, meditating on what I should do. I decided that I should get away from Lamm and lead an honest and just life. I was high on life when I left the temple, ready to start fresh. He was apparently looking for me and spotted me as I was walking down the temple steps. I didn’t even notice him until the first blow was inches from my face. He beat me until I couldn’t move. I knew deep inside that Adabar wouldn’t let him get away with this much longer and that justice would find him. That thought comforted me. As he left me for dead, he ripped the holy symbol from my neck and broke it in two. Just before I passed out, I saw a priest from the temple coming to my rescue. When I woke, the priest that came to my rescue was watching over me. Once I told him my story, he invited me to stay at the temple. I served as his acolyte as repayment for his help. I spent the rest of my youth there learning to become a priest myself. Now that I have accomplished that, I will adventure out into the world to bring justice and order to those that are without.