Back in Shadowmoon Valley, I worked hard to please everyone and be a productive member of society. Even though I was a simple farmer, I had gone to the finest schools and even developed a few of the latest techniques.
My first yearnings were not toward agriculture, but science; upholding family heritage was important to me, and I found a way to combine my desires with tradition. Our family crest was a two-headed Labrador, and by the time I was a young man, it was clear to me that this sigil was alive in my blood and that of my fathers before me. Warm of blood, loving unconditionall y, trusting of all, loyal to a fault, innocent, and slightly naive.
I had all the benefits of a good life and a refined upbringing. Honestly, I was spoiled rotten, to a point that my insecurities brought out egoic tendencies. Only now do I see how I grew up to resent the fact that I was sheltered and coddled, never allowed to go out into the world to learn how to deal with it on my own terms. No wonder I was never happy...
