Tomen was born to Gomill and Sidi Lazar in the small costal town of Wrackmire. He was the youngest of four and the only son. His father was a fisherman like his father before him. When Tomen was but a young boy his father was out fishing for hake when a sudden storm came upon him. His boat capsized and Gomill Lazar was never seen again.

As a young child Tomen would spend much of his time with his grandfather whilst his mother took in menial work to try and feed the family. His grandfather, a stout muscular dwarf with lines etched into his dark face by the sun and the salt, was also a fisherman but it was known around the village that he was also a smuggler on occasion. Fishing itself could not keep a dwarf in beer and as he knew the surrounding cliffs and coves like the ‘knots on his beard’ as he liked to say, he became the dwarf to see if you wanted contraband landed without the attention from the authorities. Tomen was an asset to his grandfather’s enterprise and his grandfather used to say he had the sharpest eyes and could spot a sail on the horizon before anyone else.

Sadly, his grandfather fell and died one dark night whilst attempting to stop a net of brandy barrels being hauled up a cliff unravelling and spilling down onto the rocks below.

His mother, after losing her father and with five mouths to feed chose to deliver Tomen to the local church and into the keeping of the holy brothers who accepted him into their ranks initially as a pot boy working in the kitchens. In time the small church community became his adopted family. He was a diligent worker and impressed the brothers with his enthusiasm. The Septon of the church saw in Tomen a focus and understanding for others and it was decided to induct Tomen into holy orders and thus he started his journey to becoming a cleric of Gozreh.