I was born the poor son of a soldier and grew up wanting the finer things in life. This lead to me taking up with the blacksmith in town and finding out that I enjoyed making the more minute, finer things like amulets and wire rings that no blacksmith likes to make. Thus I left to become an apprentice and learn the art of making jewelry. However, I had a falling out with the jeweler who was teaching me over some indiscretions I had with his daughter thus forcing me to flee that life. When I arrived in town I decided to start over as a mercenary and learn the new craft. While stumbling around town I invested in a sword and a few pieces of armor falsely believing that this would make me a merc. My youth prevented me from learning the necessary skills when I set out on a journey. I killed the bandit who tried to kill me and made my way to the cave and explored. But I forgot a tinderbox and had to leave, went back and found some corpses and left and was ambushed by two bandits on the way out. Instead of wisely fleeing i stood fast bravely, and bravely met my doom.