Avam’s Background is rather complicated. For he never to rarely speaks about it. It all begins in a simple house in the southern Bree fields. A submissive barn near the river that makes her way through the Brandy Hills, and forms a border between the hills and the Brandy wood. A child was born, Avam. He grew at the farm with, raised by both his parents. A normal life you would say, though it all changed when he was out with his father to bring supplies to Bree town. Avam was sitting next to the crates of barley while his father was steering the horses that pulled the cart over the bumpy road from the farm to town. Before they reached the the main road a group of brigants ambushed them, and Avam's father was murdered because he did not want to open the cart, merely to protect his son. The door was kicked in and the brigants threw Avam out, they laughed but could not kill a kid. They kicked Avam twice in his head and they left, leaving Avam alone with his father. Avam returned to the farm with the grim news, he lived there for a few more years before his mother died of an apoplexy.