"What do you want to know?" Matt asked, leaning back against the wall. "I don't remember my parents, or even where I'm from. I just know I've been a slave most of my life. Use to belong to some Lord in the north, didn't much care for me especially after I broke his entire collection of crystal goblets -- mostly accidental." He said this with a laugh. "Next thing I knew I was sold to Malora. She didn't pay me much mind for the longest time, too occupied with her other slaves. I spent a good while in the cells with the Pit fighters though, got a reputation for being a pickpocket there. I would snatch things they needed, food, bandages, drinks, you name it. If I could get my hands on it I would." Here his smile slipped. "Made good friends with one of them, can't remember his name though, heck, don't even remember what he really looked like either. He was like a brother to me. Then he was gone and Malora was calling on me for everything. Fetch this, gather this, bring this, blah, blah, blah. Got to the point I was sick of it. Planned with a few others and got out with a prize." His grin once more returned. "Can't say I wasn't expecting a search party." He paused for a few minutes, thinking about what Kate had asked.<br/><br/>"Can't say I know why she's here though."