Luther's eyes goggle when you invite him to sit with you. "Yes, M'Lord."
He starts in on his history. "You say that many would be willing to take me on, M'Lord, but I am... was... but a simple Smith's apprentice, born to farmers. We lived in the countryside around Torchester until the Sea Raiders struck. My mother, my father... my little sister..."
You see a tear form in the corner of his eye, but he continues. "They all perished. I was returning from Torchester after my day's work, when I came upon three of the brutes. They were languishing around our house, rummaging through our possessions... I saw red, M'Lord, and killed them all. With my bare hands."
He gestures to his scarred nose and missing ear. "I cannot say that I escaped unscathed... in many ways. With my parents dead, I was unable to continue to pay the Smith, and he cast me aside. I begged on the streets, but my size and appearance failed me there. It was then that I heard tell of a Lord, a capable fighter and kind ruler, who had risen from humble beginnings. I set my mind then to go meet you.
"When I learned on my travels that you were in search of a squire, I got the wild notion in my head that... perhaps... you would take a lowly farmer's son on as your shield bearer."
He almost immediately looks down at his feet, and his voice drops. "I don't know much of the sword, or noble customs, but I know how to carry myself in a fight, and I'll work for you harder than you could imagine, M'Lord."