Born into a poor family in Combe, Hedger wasn't given much. He took mostly after his father even from a young age, getting into random fist-fights as soon as he could throw a punch. Though, the man is no longer the fighting child he used to be, he can still throw a heck of a swing!

It was a sad year when his parents died, both within a few months of one another, but of natural causes - nothing that cannot be forseen, seeing as how they were in their fifties. Hedger was in his early thirties by then, and already had a young daughter. Formerly, he was a woodsman, which was his longest running profession. Though, it did pay, it did not pay enough to support him, and his child. He needed a change, and what better than to focus on one of his greatest loves in all the world?

Pipe-weed. Yes, that was his true calling. He liked to grow it, liked to sell it, and loved to smoke it. Yes, his love of pipe-weed borders on the erotic, thinking of it as much more than just smoldering plants. Over time, he's grown to prefer sweet green over any other variety! Though, ropers twist is a close second.

Through a good bit of elbow grease, sweat, and hard labor, he's managed to get a good thing going, with his pipe-weed business growing to where he has made his own brand, called 'Walford Pipe Co.' Which owns a small farm in the western part of Bree, and specializes in growing the 'finest pipe-weed in Bree-land and beyond' or at least such is stated by Hedger.

He used to be married a decade ago, but his wife ran off without a trace.. he seems unable to find a woman to fill the void left, since he usually starts conversations by either trying to sell pipe-weed, or with one of the worst pickup lines known to man..