After a long walk along the road through the vast grassy fields, Kylo arrived at the city called Círdavon, where the Lord/Master of that land lives and rules his people.
"All of you with wood, load it onto this carriage now! I don't want to see a single piece fall to the ground."
Said one of the two guards at the city gate.
"Ouch!"
Kylo stumbled and fell to the ground due to his lack of strength and energy, causing all the wood to fall as well.
"Uh??!!"
Tuc-Tuc-Tuc POW POW POW KICK KICK!
The soldier began to beat Kylo up with punches and kicks, leaving him covered in bruises.
"All of you that have already loaded the wood, you can go to your places and rest."
Said the other guard to the other slaves.
After a few minutes of being beaten, Kylo walks through the city on his way to the place where all the slaves slept.
"Hey Dad look it's the wooden leg!"
"Mom why the wooden leg is bleeding?"
"Poor boy he cannot even do the easiest jobs. He will die for sure after some days."
The people from Círdavon viewed Kylo as a failure. His lack of strength, his thinness, and small build earned him the nickname wooden leg. For them, Kylo was nothing more than a mouth to feed and if he for some reason be gone, they will not miss him.