Ambryd was born to a woman of Dale and a man of Bree, his older sister set to inherit their family farm. His mother came from a noble family who ran away to be with his father- Or at least that was what she told her two children, constantly. Perhaps it was simply a way for her to lord over them the importance of perception, or perhaps a way to berate them when they embarrassed her with their childish conduct.

Regardless of, it inspired the younger of the two to disappear into the night without a trace.

Considering Ambryd didn't go far, one might assume that his family would be fully aware of the boy's disappearance; but this assumption would be incorrect. Upon running off, Ambryd quickly took another name, and cut his hair short. The family searched for him only for a week, before deciding that one less mouth to feed was an acceptable gift in return. If they were aware now, they'd made no effort to reconnect, and certainly not out of respect of his decision.

While Ambryd has no luxuries of a permanent bed or steady meals, he pays it no mind. In his mind, it is far more important that he remains in power over himself. The stories of heroes and strangers across the continent intrigued him the most, though the bits he heard were from a thousand different mouths, warped by the time they reached him. But it was enough, in the end, to inspire him to attempt to become another name in the taverns, a name for books and legends and plaques!

He, of course, said this in a drunken haze, but no one was about to stop him.

Currently, his only real claim to fame is.. Eating a lot of pie.