Chapter 169 - Young Warrior of the Iron Legion
POV: Rufus Pinnacle Sea
My name is Rufus. More specifically, I am Rufus Mar of the Pinnacle. A dwarf with orange-red hair.
I discovered this second name of mine only a year ago, when I met my blood-grandfather, who had come to join the Iron Legion like many other dwarves from the Dwarf Territory.
In fact, technically it was he who found me...
My grandfather was Hightown Mar of the Pinnacle, and while I was speaking with Brightstone at the forge about Kilian's new weapon, he approached and said I looked very much like my father.
After asking me several questions, he discovered that I really was his grandson. It shocked me, since I was certain I had no family left in the world.
My parents died about eight years ago in a slave trader attack.
I, as a survivor, was naturally sold into slavery at that time.
I barely had memories of them by then—after all, I was already twelve years old and my life had changed drastically since that time.
If I hadn't been saved by Yan, one of the slave traders, I probably would have met a fate worse than death at the hands of an Asura noble.
But life is unpredictable: I was saved, and then taken in by the Iron Legion.