“Yes, yes. Another pint will do me fine, lass. Now, to answer your first question: yeah, I’m ‘im. Galx the dragon slayer. No, I didn’t kill Athrosh with my bare hands, b’fore you arsk. I got myself some good magic, some poisons and was just plain lucky. If that dragon hadn’t ..... Wait .... You don’ want to hear about that? Why I stopped adventurin’ less than a year later. That’s what you want to know? Lass, lass, lass. There ain’t enough pints o’ beer in this city fer me to give that story .... well, you do have fine hands ... Och. Even the bard’s aint’ heard this one, but ...
“Well, I was still high off me victory against Athrosh, eh. Times were I half believed the drivel them bards wrote about me! Demon bones, I’d almost worked meself into attacking the damned demon lands alone. Then I met him.
“Oh, lassie, yer face! Not like that! It was a group of people I’d decided to hang around with, and he was with them. A kender. You’ve never met one? Well, lucky you. Don’t. Ever. I’d rather face all the dragons in the world than more ‘n two of those people again. What? No, I don’t joke. He was kender! How bad was it? Well, lessee here .... I was pretty high and uppity in those days, and there’s nuthin’ a Kender likes more than to put someone down a peg ‘r two.
“With five hours, I was fleeing Uld for me life. Mostly because the blood lord of Guon wanted me head on a platter. Oh, what did I do? Simple, really. I apparently took the virginity of his most precious possession. Daughter? Hah! I wish. No, thanks to the cursed kender, they believed I’d taken the virginity of her prize poodle. Oh, laugh, I sees you wanna. Yeah, its funny now .... Then, o’ course, I was hurt that the stories about half breeds got believed so readily. I figure now it was an excuse t’ get me out o’ Uld before me and me rep got used to cause some bad stuff. Oh, there was other stuff too ... three marriages I apparently agreed to, some promise to make a dwarf be as big as a giant .... I don’t even recall it all any more.
“But, yeah. Travel became a wee bit hard with those stories, so I headed out here. Nice and quiet spot, no Kender. Made a good living off my rep, too. Nah, the Kender realised things. Even he went too far .... me last quest took 5 years before I found the runt. It was an interesting talk we had. Most of the mess had been cleaned up in Uld, but I still am never gonna show me face there again. Oh, it was an interesting talk indeed.
“This? Oh, this is my summer cloak. Nice and soft, ain’ it? Wonderful texture, Kender skin is.”
Racial: Nothing whatsoever. They're Kender, for crying out loud! What more do they need? (Well, other than good life insurance policies and the luck of 10 other people combined ... )
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