Preface
North Creek village is small; roughly 500 people live in it and surrounding countryside Even though it's small, the easy to access port was almost always filled. A rest stop for travelers, a temporary dwelling for wandering street performers, and a nice, sometimes quiet, home for its people. Alfred was one of the 500, living there with his mother and father until a house fire. Then he took to the streets, begging from wealthy travelers. He had a way with words, not to mention a sweet face. The cruelest merchants would give him money or food. A family friend decided he could use some help with his carpenter shop, and noticing Alfred's ability to charm most people he met, gave Alfred the job. Alfred started at the age of 11, quickly learning to shape wood however it was needed. As he grew up, his cute baby face became more handsome. Although many ladies would be glad to wed him, Alfred decided not to marry until he felt he had paid off the debt to his caregiver. His looks never went to his head, so every action Alfred took was to help somebody less fortunate. Sometimes the kindest have the most difficult lives.