Khelthraid Vikhair was born in Aegrothond. His mother died giving birth to him, so it was just him and his father. He was brought up residing in palaces because of his father being a well-known cheif among the nobles until they threw him out because of one of his dishes killing a highborn. Convinced a rival chief framed him. After that, his name tarnished, so they moved from palaces to residing in the slums. His father shipped him off for work with anybody who had coins. While growing up, his father had trained him in how to take care of himself. He too taught him basic alchemy. He left his father due to him turning into a drunk and becoming abusive. Khelthraid travelled further and further getting into the work of thievery, Until one of his biggest buyers of stolen came to him his name was Evarik the weasel, He suggested if he could work for him and carry out his dirty work which meant removing Evariks competition, Khelthraid started of using his good stealth and sleight of hand to steal and raid the other markets after hours. He worked with Evarik for years and later the little crimes and tasks turned more sinister He had to get rid of people to ensure their shut down, utilizing the small supply of knowledge his father passed down about the use of herbs from his environment he could produce rather weak poisons only to make his target fatigued so he could finish them wielding a blade Evarik gave him, easily and most importantly quietly. One day he went to meet Evarik in the expected spot and he was not there, so Khaelthraid went to Evariks home to see where he was. He was then disturbed to find him lying on the ground. Khelthraid then recognized that he did not die naturally; there were subtle, recognizable traces of poison being used. He snagged the valuable necklace off his corpse. Then thought whoever killed Evarik might search for him next. Grabbing his secret stash and routing for the door, He realized specifically where to head next, back to his birthplace, Aegrothond. He was to continue his life out and be a different man giving up the criminal style life he will attempt to obtain a proper job in a prominent place.
Khelthraid look this man up and down, looking out for any sort of weapon that might be hung by his side. his hands in his pockets he raises his eyebrow and nods to the man "Hello" *he gives him an obvious fake smile * "and only a fool would give such information to a man they have just met merely moments ago, I know nothing about you and that would worry a man with a brain between his ears." *he leans his head forward give the man a look* "so... who might you be and why do you ask such personal questions?"
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