Syfus was an adept rogue with a cunning edge dirk gifted to him by his late passed mother on his fifteenth summer. It was because of this gift and the loss of her life due to disease that he became an orphan at an early age, taking to the streets of Haense to pickpocket the local populace for a few spare minae. When he was almost caught by one of their initiates, he took to the roads in an attempt at finding a career in highway robbery.. When he was THEN almost slaughtered by a group of raiding orcs, he decided that maybe the way of the sword wasn’t really for him, and took to farming fields, finding his way up north to Nordengrad’s humble wheat fields where he now dwells peacefully, having renounced his old life.
