Barry was from a small family of a middle-class upbringing. They weren't exactly poor, but definitely were not well off.
He was raised along side his little brother who was 2 years younger than him, and were known for getting into trouble.
No matter were one was, the other followed right behind.
As they grew up, Barry started doing hard working jobs around town; such as hunting or harvesting lumber.
His brother wasn't too fond of a working lifestyle, and preferred a simpler task of drinking and taking to the women in town.
It wasn't long until Barry was noticed by higher ups for his strong physique and ability to handle an axe, even if it was just for felling trees.
He was brought on as a bodyguard for transporting higher class citizens from place to place, and although he wasn't fond of the work, it paid for his families well-being.
He didn't ask too many questions about the ones he was escorting. It was none of his concern. It was only a job after all.
He got used to the job after 2 years of doing, even got into a few fights protecting his escorted.
His 43rd job was a number that is etched into his mind forever...
He was escorting a pretentious elf, his snobby attitude reeked of malice towards anyone lower than him.
He would try and egg Barry on multiple times to get him to act out, but Barry wouldn't give him an ounce of satisfaction.
It was his worst escort yet, but he would manage.
Or so he thought...
Two children burst out from the tree line startling the carriage holding the elf.
The carriage shook, but not enough to harm anyone.
The Elf kicked the door open stammering about his hair being messed up looking around for Barry.
He spotted Barry and demanded an answer, and then glanced at the two children.
He approached the children demanding an answer to if they were responsible.
It was a brother and his younger sister, The sister said that they didn't mean to scare anyone and that they were sorry.
The Elf struck the young girl and approached the boy.
Angered at his sister being harmed, the boy kicked the Elf in the leg, covering it with filth.
The Elf, who was furious, ordered Barry to execute them immediately, and find the village they were from to find the responsible parents.
Barry looked at the children, then back to the elf and refused.
The elf then reached for his hip and un-sheathed a ruby encrusted dagger, the hilt was silver forged into the shape of a dragon.
He approached the children, dagger in hand. Barry knew when a man was only trying to intimidate, and this Elf meant to kill.
Barry, as hard as he could, struck the Elf in the back of the head.
He then took the children, asked them where they lived and told the parents to flee immediately.
When he returned to the carriage, the Elf was gone.
Panicked, Barry went into hiding for a few days, and slowly made his way back home; hoping to not be noticed.
It was then he realized the gravity of what he had done.
He approached his home to find his mother gone, and his father sorrowfully staring out the window.
His father told Barry that his mother had been assassinated, and a note was left stating that their son was to blame.
The father took this to mean that Barry's brother was at fault and kicked him out, swearing that he was no longer his son.
Barry interjected immediately, telling his father that it was all his doing.
Both he and his father wept, he told Barry that he has to find his brother.
His brother knew whatever happened was because of Barry, and ran far away, wanting nothing to do with his brother.
Barry's brother Theodore wasn't the most competent half-orc, and Barry knew this.
He was far from intimidating, and didn't have a mean bone in his body.
All he did was drink and crack dumb jokes, even at the most inappropriate of moments.
Barry had to find him, he had to apologize.
He had to bring his brother home.