Your Father, Alexander III as it were, rode into the shanty town with great unease. All the ungainly people and creatures that squalled here stirred something in his noble sensibilities and made him cling the reigns of his horse tighter. He scoured at the rancid lot, especially the odd dignitary joining in the horrid things native to this stain in the town. There was a nobleman sliding a nymph a side of cash, but to his surprise, the nymph turned him down and instead tugged him along to someplace private.
An educated person would know Nymphs didn't need, nor really understood, money and instead took the pleasures of live and dove headfirst. Your father Alexander was not an educated person.
He turned his nose up from a hairy and sturdy looking satyr, who gestured for him to take a lode off and join him and his brood. The satyr just grinned, and instead turned to a young squire who rode a little behind your Father.
And it is here we switch perspectives...
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You were a young squire taken under Alexanders wing because of a favor he owed an elderly accidence, who was too old to care for you. You were a scrawny thing, with your eyes slightly sunken with the skin around them dark and tired. Still, you rode high with some semblance of pride. You owed it to Alexander, who fed you which was enough to earn your devotion. Alexander put you to work as another hand to do odd jobs, and eventually it was decided you would become a night and if it were possible, the muscle of the household.
But ages of starvation and punishment had taken their told, no matter how clean you now were and the freedom of food.
It wasn't even a year ago where you were saved from the streets, starved and an amnesiac. Some say a witch stole your name and your identity with it, and others said you were a changing. In all honestly, you were human as far as you could tell. You could faintly remember a home, the odd beating drunk and a slam to the head and then blankness. You scratched your head, feeling your short hair and sighed. When they found you and dressed you up to be a knight, they shaved your head. That was a mouth ago now.
Alexander raised his hand and slowed his horse to a stop.
"This is where I leave you."
You just nodded. It made life simple.
"Search for my son here. Stay the night if need be," Alexander tossed you a coin. "This should be enouoh for a room and a meal at one of the local...facilities."
"Yes sir."
"Keep this quite against any possible nobility too. My son being here would raise questions of my character! Now get off that hours"
You dismounted your horse quietly and efferently. You fastened it's reigns to Alexander's horse and together they rode quickly away back to the 'decent' parts of the town. You were now alone.
You search barely covered the various facilities crammed together, with a large amount of intimate and outright strange scenes behind every avenue.
It was during this time you reflected on your Lord's Son. You didn't know him well, but he seemed descent for a nobleman, or at least the noblemen you had met. You had spent time with him over periods, but your character and position left you quite and honestly just standing by as nearby 'the help.' Still, he treated you well, not that it mattered.
Eventually, tired and feeling hungry you decided it was time to rest.
Walking back to the fountain at the areas local square you...