I was born and raised in the northern part of Channath Vale in a large halfling town. My mother died due to illness, when I was a young child, so I was raised by my father. My father was the proprieter of a local shop specializing in exotic imports. Growing up, I was more than a little bit of a troublemaker around town (read as pain in the ass..). As I grew older, this turned into drunken carousing, and it doesn't take much to get me drunk. My parties were the thing of legend, among my generation in the town, but not popular with the previous generations. One night, myself and a couple friends (Anselmo and Camila) were on a bender. That night is pretty much a blur for the 3 of us, but we all woke up on a caravan to Zazesspur with signed contracts to work the caravan for the entire trip. I tried to explain to the caravan master that the signature did not match mine but to no avail. I suspect our fathers decided it was time for us to grow up and signed us to the caravan, but I can't be sure. During this trip, I developed my 'allergy' to alcohol (read as learned my lesson).
After reaching Zaz, we had very little money, so we began looking for some source of income. While window shopping in a shop I could not afford, the proprieter overheard my conversation with Camila as to the true value of the items in the shop. Noting my keen eye, he offered me employment in his shop. I, of course, accepted. A couple months later, I was approached by an individual with an opportunity to make a large sum of money. I didn't know it at the time, but this would be my first run in with the trackers and locksmiths guild. I was to 'adjust' my pricing estimates for a few key items every month, which they would in turn purchase. After a few months of this, I was invited to join their guild and to receive training in their arts. I, of course, accepted. The rest is history.
[I may add some background for Anselmo/Camila at a later date]
