Oi write this to remember my life. So that many millenniums, down the road of my new existence. Oi will have something to allow me to refresh myself. Oi began my life as an orphan in the City of Calimport on the edge of The Shining Sea and the Calim Desert on the prime of Abeir-Toril. There were many monks of Ilmater faith. That ran the orphanage. They were harsh, we would labor are days in the crafting of candles and rope. Oi remember those days fondly. The monks though harsh were compassionate and carrying.
Oi never went hungry or without a place to sleep. Oi could say that thin soup and a blanket on the cold hard stones was there way of caring. Oi never suffered at their hands. That my life was not that of those that, Oi have had seen in my later years. Eventually came the night of fire. Oi was only ten at the time. Me and my fellow orphans managed to escape the raging inferno. We were quickly rounded up by what Oi came later to learn where slavers. The monks that managed to escape were murder without hesitation. Oi never saw any of the orphans that Oi had spent four years of my life with. But Oi digress a bit. How did Oi become a orphan you wonder? Well it was a simple thing.
Oi was six and my mama and papa and me. Where traveling the desert with a caravan. My parents were the camp cooks. Oi remember fondly my Papa's cooking. He wore his white cook's hat and my mama would ring the iron for the meal times and serve the human traders. Oi we were not far from Calimport when the bandits attacked. Oi watched hidden in a sack as my Papa used his cutting knife to protect my mama. But the humans had many bows and shot them down. Oi cried and cried. But Oi kept quite like my papa told me to do.
O course being so close to Calimport the guard was able to make it. But the bandits had hit fast and hard leaving many dead and many more dying. One of the many guards discovered me in a sack. While the on duty cleric was tending to the large amount of wounded and dying. One of the guards learned from some of the wounded that my parents were dead. They asked if any of them would claim me. None did so I was turned over to the monks as Oi talked of before.
*Tear's seem to have smudge some of the writing but it is still legible*
Memoirs Of Sendra
