Reys was born somewhere in the northern mountains of Lettan a simple, anxious boy to sheep farmer parents. But from a young age he heard another calling, some unknown force guiding him from one bloody battle to another.
While it was not uncommon for men of the hills to enter the blood frenzy, he seemed more at peace and centered while in the frenzy, and sought it out where he could. He soon made a name for himself among the Lettani military, not at all a favorable one. He proved far too unstable for the regular service, and most refused to stay near him, let alone work with him.
No one seemed to know, why he was on the Lettan warship during the battle of Green Bay, and no one was willing to confront him about it either, so after the defeat of the Lettan Navy, the ship he was on limped into the port of Bast. No one knew what to do with him or wanted to be the one that had to. So he found himself in a strange city with little other then the massive sword on his back, and some unknown force guiding him.
