The prodigy child of a now extinct cult, Toby has long since stripped himself of his previous, almost kingly, treatment in exchange for one crafted by his own hands. It takes a lot more grit to get by now than it did a few years ago, but he seems to have had no problem in navigating his way to success on unfamiliar roads.
Now, Toby makes hunting tools with a specialty for multi-use traps + a side hobby for carving wood, including guns & bows. At most, he only ever asks for a bed to sleep in for the night, a hot meal to carry him through the next day, or whatever you can spare for the road. Otherwise, Toby seems to have no claim to much of anything, not even a family name, apparantly.