My name is Garth, and I am an Atlantean of the city of Xebel. Also, I am an orphan. I’ve never known my real parents, who dropped me off at an orphanage, where my life was honestly pretty good. I was well fed, in good shape, had many orphan friends, and treated well by the priests who oversaw us.
We orphans were taught to make an honest living by having those in the upper classes pay to have us come to their houses and clean and cook for them. If we made a good impression, we might even by adopted by them, and if we never were, we’d have the proper skills to make a decent living as a house servant. Once I hit age 13, it was clear that I was meant for the latter route.
But then I got some great news – I had been selected to go the home of a mid-ranking warrior priestess. This was the highest privilege anyone from the orphanage had ever gotten, so I was told not to screw it up.
The house was still small compared to the rest of