So I'm guessing we should start at the beginning of this boy's life, well it was a good one nothing like the grand adventurers you hear in the stories he had read but none the less the boy enjoyed beating a tree aggressively with a stick imagining the wooden monster was attacking the quaint homestead and the Great Alister was the only one able to stop it. This pattern continued on for many years until during the night raiders flooded over the barely fields his family owned screaming bloody murder as he wept into his mother's chest clinging onto the fabric as the gentle women stroked his hair and slowly quietend him but alas the celler doors werent strong enough as the dirt cased men charged in ripping bag of food of the wall as a trait the boy didn't see a lot in his father as the gray haired man charged the first one he could reach stabbing a pitchfork into their chest causing screams of anger to fill the room as his mother rushed hiding Ali in an empty crate with tears in her eyes.

It had been years since then and what was a boy had grown up considerably travelling with traders for simple jobs such as unloading cargo, or hitching rides with travelling musicians sometimes meeting people friendly enough to lend him a few coins for food or even teaching him a few skills, one such being reading a hobby Alister had found to enjoy every so often splashing out his hard earn coins to buy an old book from the trinket section ones about knights saving the princess or information about the cities he was in. But alas he quickly learnt not all heroes wore shiny armour because on his way up north through the harsh deserts a group of goblin hunters managed to track him down pinning an arrow into his leg, fearing for his life all he could do was cover his face and hope for a quick death but one never came as he moved his hands seeing a grizzled warrior a blade of shining steel pierced through the goblin's hide but even then the stranger swung down his mighty warhammer down upon another beast's head repeating until all was gone and helping the boy up.

After days of recovering, Ali had learnt that the man was not a noble knight or a solider for a kingdom but instead an Ex-Gladiator called Viserys and from the way it sounded the boy would only spend a few days with him until being handed over to the next village but as the weeks came and past the man didn't leave leading them both to a city far into the south one that had someone Vis needed to see. So, in the end, the story so far ends with the young Alister holding the large iron knocker upon the stone house taking a deep breath before knocking loudly hoping for a good result in the end.