This dark story... begins in a dark place.... with dark people....

Kash Fletcher, is a standard Bree-Town bloke... kind of...

He's been a merchant, a lumberjack, a bus boy, even got a job at the taxidermist once! but he knocked over a large trophy of a bear... he was lost in his imagination, and was pretending the bear was crossing path on his imagination...

Aye, Kash has always a been... In the clouds... his mother, the overweight loud-mouth bree lander she is, who seems to care more about her two cats than her son, told Kash if he didn't work, he did not live under her roof...

Kash's father eventually died, it was not an attack from Mordor itself, and he took up a blade to go and avenge him!  No, no, he just died of... well... some form of disease, it was a horrid affair but he seemed to pass at peace, Kashan for a while, took his fathers cart, filled with bits and bobs, he would continue his fathers old trade route, taking his pal Rensig along on the journey... but one day, on the return from Trestlebridge, when he sat upon the cart alone, the sun falling beneath the trees as the sunset's glare shot merrily over him and his creaky cart, an arrow slipped into the old mule pulling it, and he was ambushed by local raiders... They knocked him about a bit, but after looting anything decent from the cart, they left him there, he managed to get back to Bree...

Kash became a lock-smith, being taken on by a local good man as an apprentice, he was truly a natural, there was no lock he couldn't crack, and none could crack his.

Though, Kashan never left the hedge, despite being tormented with all the adventurers coming in and out of Bree, he longed to see new places, learn new cultures... He came into contact with a man they call Knot! Alfknutr, when he met this intriguing older man, he was in awe, and eventually got to talk to Alfknutr, he was told stories of the older mans ventures, and that of his company... 

So, Alfknutr offered him a rope, the finest knot around tied tightly into it, he told Kash to return the knot untied, in anyway he seemed fit, that it would say a lot about him.

Kash sat in his room, under his mothers dingy roof, staring at the knot, he was meant to return it two days on from when it was offered, it had been near four, he was ashamed to see the adventurer again, for he had untied it in a simple way, with his hands, it was a tough knot to crack, but he done it, he used the little bit of fine rope to bind all his lock-picks and tools at his side, keeping them close at hand to stop him misplacing them, and eventually, when he confronted the older, bronze-haired adventurer again, he was shy, and apologetic...

He stated he could not find a good way to loosen the knot... so he just done it with his hands... But Alfknutr chuckled in a hearty fashion, and pointed out the practicality of Kash's methods, and from there, he was accepted to join on the mans next adventures.