Years ago You were just a baby in a basket, crying in the woods of Navato, until someone did hear you, a Grizanim on a marital run of the night, she picked up your basket and smiled. “Well hey there little one, no need to cry.” She said sweetly, calming your cry’s. “You must be out here all alone? No need to worry, I’m going to take you to my home.” Years later in the Legerdomain

You were wagoning a whole bunch of money you got from pickpocketing and street performances to a pop shop, owned by your mo- boss C.C., Cursecrafter. You opened the back door, and were immediately spooked by Cursecrafter.

“Hahaha! Sorry kid, had to get ya.”