Farah does not remember much from when he was young. Vague memories of blurry faces in blurry places is the best he can do. He does not even remember the name of his tribe. All he remembers is his tribe's traditional face and body markings and that he was told by his mother to "never tell his name to anyone but another komodi." He does not know why she told him this but has always done so since. Sometime after adolescence he got separated from his tribe and was never able to find them again.

The memories begin when Grayhorn was given the name Grayhorn. He was taken in after being lost by a human. Atleast Grayhorn thinks they were human. They were shorter than humans, had a long beard, and seemed to always live in an angry state. Grayhorn was told to call them Grampa and so always did. Grampa was a builder of cities and showed his craft to the young komodi. Both were delighted to see Grayhorn picked it up quickly, although never could figure out how to read the strange scribbles Grampa put on paper.

Grayhorn spent an unknown number of years learning and working with Grampa. All he knew was he went from a young komodi to an adult. It was peaceful and easy. All he had to do was do what Grampa or their employer told them to do. But things came to a sad change. Grampa had been getting sicker and sicker over the years. Many blamed Grayhorn for it but Grampa never did. So Grayhorn figured he was not the problem. One day though Grampa got very sick and was bedridden for a week. By the end of it Grampa's bloodkin arrived. They came with torches and weapons in hand. They screamed the bad names at him and told him to leave. Grampa was too sick to say otherwise so Grayhorn left.

Since then Grayhorn has wandered around looking for his tribe and just trying to survive. Grampa had his bloodkin and they were caring for him, so Grayhorn should do the same. Bloodkin would always care for you the way Grampa had cared for him after all.