Born and bred for war, Orpheus had little to no understanding of peace and love in his life.
Dirnaan tribesmen were often recruited as mercenaries or hired by foreign rulers to be enlisted in their armies.
They did not receive hefty sums for their services for they were compensated through other means, such as food and basic necessities to fill their inventories in a land of never-ending winter.
That was all Orpheus had known for it was all he was taught as the chief's son.
Being born with no wealth or titles to his name, he quickly understood from his father's teachings that he had to destroy and take what he strived for by force.
As all Dirnaan tribesmen did. Even the women.
The particular memory Orpheus recalled reflected him as a boy no older than seven years of age.
It was a harsh winter day like any other out in the middle of the Frosthowl Peaks, where the straw huts of his tribesmen were built.
