"I remember my father's hands. Rough, scarred... white. – So I guess I get this green skin from my mother. But

"I remember my father's hands. Rough, scarred... white. – So I guess I get this green skin from my mother. But I don't remember her. I think I remember playing with another half-orc child... A brother maybe. For some reason they didn't sell him, just me. Father gave him his dagger to play with. Never gave it to me... Ugh, I don't want to remember. Forget all this, I'm an orphan." Regongar waves his hand wryly.