Days, months, and years pass as the infant was raised as a mercenary, earning coins off the heads he'd rack up. The Lean man was named Jessie, and the young boy named Johnathan by the adopted father. Jessie trained Jonhathan, ruthless training. Jessie was in a faction of mercenaries so his comrades watched him face his 13, one armed, adopted son. The mercenary group was given the task to raid a castle. Johnathan applied for the job, Jessie smiled, he knew he would sow the benefits Johnathan made. That night, Brody, a mercenary entered Johnathan's tent, forcing him down, Johnathan fought back, but ultimately two arm were better than one. Brody had his way with Johnathan in the night, and when Johnathan asked why he'd do that he said Jessie sent him. The raid was happening tomorrow, but what Brody did and said threw him in a loop, "why would Jessie sell me out?". Jessie came out his tent and smirked at Johnathan, "morning Johnathan, get set for tomorrow". Jessie flipped a silver coin.Tails. The day passed.