My history eh? An’ why would ye be wantin’ t’ be knowin’ aboot ane such as mesel’? I dinnae tha' there be anythin' interestin aboot me. Well, I shall be tellin' ye aboot me.

I be the fourth son ‘o a humble farmer hailin’ frae a small village under an islan’ t’ the north o’ Brulan. It were a very poor beginnin’ but me father made a deal wi’ th’ village elder t’ train me t’ be th’ next village elder. I were a quick study a’ th’ work an’ became quite a philosopher in jus’ th’ few years I were a student o’ his. Those days o’ bliss an’ fun came t’ an end one day. I were jus’ mindin’ me own business, doin’ wha’ I were supposed t’ be doin’ an’ then I were accused o’ shavin’ th’ elder’s beard int’ th’ shape o’ a fish. Now, could ye believe tha’ o’ me? I were never th’ type t’ engage in such foolishness. Aye, an’ sure they said tha’ I left me name tatooed on his forehead, bu’ tha’ were nae indication tha’ I be th’ ain tha’ did th’ deed. Ainyhoo, it were decided within th’ day tha’ I couldnae stay, an’ they set me adrift in th’ sea.

I found m’sel washed up on shore an’ began t’ wander. After many weeks o’ barely survivin’ I made my way t’ Stonegate. As I looked aroun’ a’ all th’ poverty in the alleys, I decided tha’ I wanted t’ make a difference. I wanted t’ do somethin’ fer th’ poor o’ th’ city, an’ help any less fortunate than mesel’. An’ here I be after many years o’ trainin’. A battle cleric o’ Steelforge, an’ a helper o’ all tha’ need me aid.

Tha’ be my story. Fer good or ill I hae chosen me path, an’ I will struggle on wha’ e’er may come my way.