| I was born to a farmer, Illian Grinich, and his wife, Brenida, outside the town of Zatel Keep. Growing up, I wandered through the streets of outer Zatel honing my skills as a rogue thief. Until, one day at the age of 12, I was caught by the great Zandar; believed to be the King of Thieves. As he mentored me, I grew to love him as my second father; the one that let me attempt to get into trouble. Then, one day about ten years later, he vanished, as many thieves do. I knew, by that, that I was ready to venture off into the world on my own. I told my father and mother of my plans; they were saddened by my choice. But, they understood my need to make my own name. With a few provisions and an heirloom dagger, I ventured off into the unknown. Not exactly sure of what I was looking for, but knowing it within in the depths of my being. I have thought in the middle of the night that I felt Zandar pass through my window checking up on his student. It may have just been the wind. One day, when I have achieved enough skill to track him, I will look for him. Until then, I must hone my skills and wait for his hair to grey; and his joints to stiffen. I will journey and make him proud, along with my father and mother. I have came a long way since then, in only a year. |
