Theobrand's earliest memories of those of Oban. Many of them are less than fond. Unfortunate enough to be born to the working class who occupied the outermost edges of the city, life was far different for Theobrand than those of the middle and upper class. Opulence and excess defined the upper classes while filth and squalor did the same for those below. Even so, Brand and his family managed to survive. Things wouldn't stay that way for long however. As no more than a child, Theobrand found himself orphaned - his parents killed in a failed worker's uprising - quickly and effortlessly quashed.

It was this that found Theobrand out on the street. There he would find an invaluable skill - survival. At first it was as little as stealing discarded food from behind inns, quickly it escalated to taking food from crowded marketplaces, a nimble hand darting to and fro. Then Brand's fingers found themselves delving into the pockets of others - in search of coins. It was enough to live off of or at least just barely. Brand grew comfortable lurking about, sneaking into pockets and pouches in search of wealth. It was exactly this comfort which led him to pick the wrong pocket. The catalyst for who and what Brand would become..

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