Warren (Desert Tradesman)

I was not always the tradesman in the desert. Having dug into almost every mountain with shovels, picks and even my bare hands. I admit to starting with more humble beginnings. What doesn�t kill you makes you stronger and the young miners and smiths endure a great deal. I was no different. During the years of travel and trade, I learned many things and met many people. Twice as often as I've answered the call to aid a friend, one has aided me.

Groups survive, even the solitary people benefit from associations. I learned to aid friends as I was being aided by so many. As my skills grew, my opportunities for great wealth opened. People wanted rare armors and they came at high cost and greater risk. Mining those ores had a great chance of rousing metal spirits that took vengeance upon the miner. Never have I slain one of these metal spirits without the aid of my friends.

I have been serving out a term in the army of Lord British. I remain always in the service of Queen Shieba�s Alliance

I always seek out Gargoyle Picks and brave friends to stand by me when I use them.

In life there is risk. I am glad there are those that will stand by me and face it.

Warren, Desert Tradesman