Larrel Genrie was an orphan. Spending his life primarily living on the streets Larrel often had difficulty finding his next meal. Despite going hungry many nights he found it difficult to bring himself to steal, it didn’t seem right to given that he lived in a poor area and many of the shop keepers weren’t much better off. So instead he found scraps in trash hunted rabbits in the fields and begged. But one day after spending the afternoon and evening hunting to no avail his stomach hurt so badly that he couldn’t stand it. So late at night when the town had fallen quite he sneaked into the local church, into the back room. Larrel had heard from others on the street that he could find food here and it was unlikely that he’d be seen as there were few clergy looking after the stores in the dark hours of the night. Being as careful as he could Larrel scaled the wall and slid in through a window on the second floor of the church. He crept down the hall to a dimly lit storage room at the south end, stomach aching. He swung open the cupboard and grabbed some bread to put in his pockets, not too much just enough to keep him for the night. Just as he turned around to leave his eyes were met with a sinister gaze.

A particularly old and nasty looking cleric snatched his wrist at once and snarled "STEALING BREAD FROM THE HOUSE OF GOD?!" Larrel froze, completely petrified, “…I never meant to… I… I only took…”

"You only took what? Food from a holy place? Food to help feed the mouths of god’s servants!?" snapped back the cleric, eyes burning with hatred. “You’re coming with me!” He dragged Larrel back down the hallway and past the window through which he had climbed only five minutes ago. “You’re in big trouble, wait until I bring you to the annex and give ya’ over to the warden , if I scare wait till you…” But just before the man finished his sentence another hand reached out and grasped, more gently this time, Larrel’s only free arm.

A soft voice called out "Zachariah, where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you!" Larrel whipped his head around to see an older Elven woman with pleasant features staring down at him. Her eyes then shot like daggers at the cleric grabbing, as tightly as ever, his left arm “Remus.” She said firmly “I will not have you accost one of my young Chaplin’s guard!”

Remus looked furious, his eyes narrowed and he spoke with a dangerous tone "I caught this boy stealing bread from our private stores… even you must agree concede that Alastonal does not look on Thieves with mercy…"

"I certainly agree but Zachariah is no thief!" Larrel stood bewildered and almost spoke out ‘my name is Larrel’ but his senses told him to stay quiet. “Last night we ran out of grain so I asked that he go and take some bread from your stores so that we may feed our faithful tomorrow morning I would’ve had him wake you first but we both know how you are if you’re woken in the middle of the night.”