Torvin was a simple young man, who lived in a simple old shack made out of simple wood cobbled together from basic tools. He lived outside of the swampy village of Dor-Vah, a village protected by simple wooden walls. Torvin was lived a life of solitude and mostly spent his time alone, fishing in the swampy waters just below his shack. In fact, Torvin could not remember the last time he much uttered words out of his mouth, only going into the village to drop off supplies of fish and retrieving basic commodities in return. He believed in nothing but making it to the next day, for that was all there was for Torvin, fishing and surviving, fishing and surviving.