* I remember when I was little I was given the nickname of the little monkey because I liked to sneak around. My dad traveled a lot so I couldn't make any real friends. Then the year of my 6 years we ended up settling in Ascheritz the new continent. The people there were nice and their minds were not limited by absurd barriers like religion or skin color. I probably spent the best years of my life there. Having said that nothing is eternal, my mother died the same year and I cried as hard as I could. 4 years later a man came to see us at the ranch. Obviously he was not from the area given his quickdraw, his overpriced suit was proof of that. That day my father was brushing the horses in the stable and I came back from hunting with a hare in hand *.
-Are you Lord Decken? From the Decken ho
