Tomas was born seven
years ago He never knew who his birth mother was, nor did he know his father. Adandoned and left on the door
step of an orphanage / workhouse in a city in the south.
His earliest memories are of beatings and
work, sleeping on wet straw, eating a thin potato based broth and ground grain grule. He first ran away from the orphange
after his fifth winter there. Started liing in the streets, and alleys.
He met up with an
old dishovel gent who taught him the ways of survival. To pick pockets, climb down chimneys and run across roof tops. He was
given food, protection and shelter in exchange for ninety-five percent of the things he could aquire.
