Tyranny Of Dragons
Halfling Criminal, Rogue from Phandalin
The town of Phandalin is built on the ruins of an older settlement, vacant for five centuries until some hardy settlers set about rebuilding it some years back. Drawn by stories of gold and platinum in the nearby foothills, I went to Phandalin as well, not to earn a living, but to prey on those who struck it rich. I joined a gang calling itself the Redbrands and made some decent coin as a burglar, enforcer, or fence.
But I must have made an enemy among my fellow Redbrands. Someone set me up. On that person’s word, the head of the Redbrands—a wizard called Glasstaff—tried to have me killed. I escaped, barely alive and thanking Tymora, the goddess of good fortune, for my luck. I fled Phandalin, almost penniless and with only the tools of my trade to my name.
I have since come to Greenest to ply my trade gleaning wealth from the rich merchant caravans that traveled out of the west. Though I hear now that the Redbrands are no longer after a few adventurers came through the town and broke up our racket. I also hear that my enemy was one of the ones slain by the adventurers which leaves me in a bit of a pickle as I had wanted to exact my revenge and find myself at something of loose ends.