Caleb
After my mother was brutally executed in front of me, my uncle took it upon himself to raise me. My mother had always held disdain against him because of his sleek and treacherous nature but he was the only family we had, the only one she trusted enough to let into our shanty when she was still alive. My uncle owned nothing, not even a name. I grew up referring to him as "uncle" and swiftly noticed that everyone in Malin also knew him as uncle, even my mother called him uncle.
I would forever be indebted to him. We never slept hungry or got drenched in the rain, in fact, we lived a satiated life and neither of us had jobs. We had a calling instead, stealing. With this type of religion you had to be conniving and always brimming with stealth. A scrumptious tongue was also
