So ya want to hear me tale do ya? Ya sure? It ain’t exactly an exciting story of darin’ do. Well, come sit down then, not too comfortable mind otherwise might send yas to sleep.I dunno where I was born like, first thing I can remember is crawling around these streets here. Get me drunk enough and I’ll be crawling down them again, I ain’t changed that much I guess! Lucky for me I was born a gnome. We gnomes have a natural gift for illusion, and a quick wit to match or so I’m told. Not met many of my kin mind. Wasn’t long before I was utilising these talents to part hard earned coin from their rightful owners.
Like damn near e’ry nimble fingered fool I was taken in by 9 fingers thieves guild. Don’t get too many thieves as nimble with the weave as their fingers, and so an ol’ wizard in the guild took me under his wing. Derick Shadowweaver they called him, many a heist had been carried out beneath a veil of his darkness. Worked alongside the old chap, learning on the job so to speak. Good bloke I reckon, so long as you didn’t have nothin’ he wanted for hisself.
Worked for the guild for many long years after that, but eventually I reckoned I needed to strike it out for m'self. I was getting too big for that guild anyway, wasn't right to be held back by them anymore. Decided to go freelance, see what life away from the guild had to offer.
Tell ya what, I'd like to tell ya more but my throats gone dry, if you know what I mean.