"Does he have an interesting story, Bishop?" Yvenna asked, propping her head on her hands. Her eyes, though, were trailed on Gi and the scrutiny in them was palpable.
"Very much so." Bishop gently patted the top book in the stack he brought. "Willorio Ritis started his path as scion of House Ritis, a prominent noble family of the time. Some branches of it still bloom to this day, but Willorio himself left no heirs and had no siblings left alive. When he was as young as eight years old, a tragedy befell his family—while they were travelling to their summer house, a gaggle of monsters attacked them. No one expected so much of them in one place, and so well-organised. The monsters killed almost everyone, but Willorio, according to the records, not only bravely fought with a sword he took from a dead guard, killing one of the monsters in the process, but then also managed to use the party's horses as a distraction enough to flee and reach the nearest road patrol."
