“Hurry up!” The knight yelled. CRACK! His whip struck the serf’s back. Sozo didn’t dare cry out. He was a young Grer and the lord of this manor had given him impossibly long days of hard labor. All this because some Grer serf had escaped and the lord’s private soldiers mistakenly thought it was him. They couldn’t have been more wrong.
His family was originally from a chilly deep-south island just below Worsan. Work was scarce at the time and the family was forced to turn to the pirates. Grers being both sentient and immensely strong made the best laborers one could ask for, they were hired without a second thought and were loyal to their captain. Sozo spent his childhood on the high seas, traveling the known world and gleaning a diversity of skills and knowledge. The ship was his home, his job, his life, until it all went terribly wrong.
The pirates had planned a large scale raid on Carthal and the surrounding area but Mythron got wind of it and set a naval ambush. The ship went down hard and fast, only one life boat reached the shore. Sozo and seven others had survived yet more Mythron soldiers were in pursuit. They determined to split up and wished each other the best. As the months went by, Sozo never saw any of that crew, not alive or dead, as he survived alone in forests. His knowledge of hunting, fishing, and what plants to eat kept him alive until the search for the surviving pirates was long over, but it didn’t keep him from the eyes of these miserably knights.
CRACK! He tossed another heavy bundle into the cart. He’d been on the manor almost two months now, and he would not let it become three. He would escape soon, very soon.