Tirith stopped dead in his tracks, reading the scroll of alienage news in the "town square", aka, a pile of dirt and a board for news. It seemed his cousin was sold, and his family was… Dead. He had only just met them, and worried for his mother's safety. He sprinted through the streets, only to find her asleep in her bed. He shook her awake, in a hurry to tell the story, as the sun was setting and he had to be at White Spire by nightfall, as not to alarm the Templars to any misdeeds. She mourned, and he left her that way, banging on a neighbor's door to come and comfort her.
Those humans will pay. No one… Non one can take my family away from me like that anymore. I must find Lore tomorrow. And I must devise a plan to… To… To destroy them. But with what? And who? I can't risk my kin any longer, and all the criminals here are already sold property. Any out of town assassin should do nicely, as long as they are… Disposable. Tirith picked his way over the wall of White Spire, attempting to find peace as he lay in his bunk, surrounded by the other apprentices. The only thing that he could think of was revenge.