Kipling

Background
I was born in a litter which was unremarkable in every sense. My mother was a domestic servant. She cleaned floors, bedpans, and cooked meals. My father liked to kill things...mice, birds and especially squirrels. I believe it was mostly out of boredom. I have a rapier that I don't know how to use like any proper warrior. It was jeweled, ornate, and made from the finest steel money can buy. I stole it from a squire who is the son of a respected noble lord. He insulted a shoemaker for not bowing to him as he passed. At that point, I felt like taking something from him. He was a careless, spoiled brat. A toddler could have taken that rapier from him. Hopefully his father beat him for losing it...I removed the jewels to prevent others from being tempted from stealing it from me. I used the proceeds to pay off one of my many gambling debts. A couple years ago, I stole some navigational charts from a well-renowned sea captain. Capture of his maps earned me a small fortune. Two weeks after the captain set sail and his ship capsized. All hands were lost. I gambled and lost all the winnings on a game I had not even played before. Now I owe money to more people that I even know. I do what I do because it's the only thing I'm good at.

Quests
Arrest and Arraignment Harran's Tower (Pt. 2)