He nodded. "Alright. Well, I'm Kyras. No last name, was thrown out by my family into the woods. Was picked up by this old sorcerer, wasn't part of any guild or anything, he lived in a secret room he made in a cave. He taught me some magic, taught me mostly about enchantment spells, which is why I don't have any real firepower right now. He died after being stabbed in the back by a goblin, one of the ugly ones, while facing off against a huge orc. After that, I went to the city to try to learn more magic. Didn't really help. I got no real equipment apart from my morningstar, and I got no real training either, before I was stuck in that brat's army and sent to the battlefield."