If I consider a close comrade, with whom I went through Hell, as a brother, then so be it. But if my blood brother is a worthless person, then he is not my brother at all, and everything else, in particular the legal aspect of kinship, is a matter for bureaucratic worms to ponder.
My name is Alaria Doran. A warrior who didn't find a place in her homeland. I could tell you a lot about my life there, but I prefer to omit many details. I'll just say that my parents were empty people.