My name is Roalkmire (roll-ka-myre).
I grew up living off of scraps I could find in the streets of my village.
My father drunk himself to death in a drinking match when I was little over 3 years old. And my mother was taken by a group of druid slave drivers shortly after.
I moved from town to town, village to village, castle to castle. Trying to survive.
I have traveled most of the known world, from Gladewynn to Aegrothond to Haense. And have stolen my weight in gold more than 10 times over.
I've spent my days rotting away In the Ard ghorrock prison.
Since I got out I’ve been surviving on whatever I can get my hands on... which typically ends up being gold, diamonds, And bear carcasses.
I live alone, aside from every once in a while when a job needs more than one man.
Finally, I am neither Good nor evil Instead of choosing, will take the gold from whoever offers more.
