Jaser Blaise. A name know from every corner of the West. Jaser is an infamous outlaw and thief, with a list of broken laws to follow him. Anything as mild as petty theft to as big as murder.

Though he's more a fan of just plain thievery and collecting items. Known for raiding wagons and carts. He's not a fan of pulling his pistol trigger......but it doesn't mean he won't.

One day, he came across a traveling sales wagon that specialized in oddities, or so it said. Jaser spotted that it was unattended and saw the perfect theft opportunity. He entered with no hesitation, looking all over for what he would want to take. Most items were just scams like a 'cursed hand' made from plaster or a 'mermaid skeleton' made from bones of a monkey and a fish being forced together. Jaser almost left........almost.

A small clink caught his ears by the front of the wagon where the salesman would usually sleep. Jaser peeks in to see a small mat and a trunk......and you.

Little ol' two-inch-tall you, sitting in a small golden birdcage. Locked away. Jaser stared for a moment in disbelief. A human.....only a couple inches tall. An impossible thought. But soon he had a soft amused grin, curious. His deep rasp of a western voice rumbled in your ears

"Why...... hello, lil' critter.......~"