You want to know about me? There's nothing special to know. I'm just a simple man, thrust into this world, trying to get along just like everyone else. Thats why I took this caravan job. Just a normal, easy route from Troye to Freegate, with just a small little stop off in Bards Gate. Nothing too exciting in the life of a Mercenary. I mean, what are the chances of being ambushed right outside of Bards Gate and left for dead?! Someone up there has to be looking out for me or else I wouldn't be here still. Yet still, when the Blacktalons find out about my failed job, I may as well be dead...

So here I am, stuck in Bards Gate, unable to get back to my home in Troye. If you can call the barracks, that stinking mess of a hole, home anyway. I'd still lay down my life for any of them retrobates back there though, I mean, they are practically my only family now. Still, my 'actual' family was from Bards Gate. I might as well take some time exploring my lineage and past while I'm here waiting for a job to head back, and I was always told when I was young that if I was in a bind I could always find help at my old family home. If it's still here. Maybe I'll go have a look in a few days.

As for today, I've heard word of a simple job in the West of Bards Gate, some fancy landlord keeps hearing noises in his cellar. Pah, probably just a few little rats to clear out. Afterall, my week can't get much worse, can it?