"Yeouch. And I thought I had it rough. But at least you knew your mother. More than I ever got..." Cronic said, before clearing his throat.

"Earliest memories was of an orphanage in Riften. Don't know how I ended up there other than I was left at the doorstep. Spent about 15 or so years there wondering if I would ever be adopted. Never was. Age 16, I just up and left, taking that Giant bow with me. From what I was told when I was actually old enough to understand it, that Bow was left there at the doorstep with me. I feel like it's the only clue to who my parents are, but any attempts to dig further only end with more questions and no answers. After I left the orphanage, I wandered Tamriel for... 8 years now, I think? I was seeing what the world had to offer, as well as learn how to use a sword, a bow, magic, and the art of smithing. Needless to say I've seen a lot of the worst Tamriel harbours. But some of the good too." Cronic said, scratching the side of his head when he was thinking of how long he's been wandering."