Jack Winterwryn

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I was born into a Halfling village. I spent my childhood sneaking to the city with my very closest friend, Thael. Thael and I decided at 14 to make the change permanent. We ran away and roamed from city to city, finding garbage on the street and re-selling it to unsuspecting people for sums of money. For many years, we wandered from city to city scheming and distributing the wealth amoungst orphans and strays…As well keeping a little for ourselves… In my years on the street, I developed an attachment to my daggers and a very quick hand. After a quite successful scheme involving a trinket of small cloth doll skewered with needles, a powerful noble hired a pair of assassins to lure Thael and I out by using an orphan as bait. In attempt to save the orphan Thael was sliced along the arm with the dagger. Thael took down the first attacker, and I lodged my lucky dagger between the other man’s ribs. Thael did not feel well, but we made it back to the inn. Upon reaching our rooms he could barely walk. He passed away that night, despite healing efforts and strong herbs. Now I wander cities a bit lost, with no attachments taking company long enough to run a scheme and then slinking out of the city once I’ve had my payday. My story leads me here to the taverns of Phlan…

Jack Winterwryn

Myth Drannor Dinnin