Once he had wealth. Once he was somebody. Not in Bree, where he was born, but on his travels. He sailed a merchant ship, saw the coasts of many realms, and equal coastal taverns. He lived the good life, trading, bribing and charming his way into the layers of society where coin rolls on and on. With but twenty-two springs on his account, he couldn't complain when he found himself in the arms of a lady once more, but those days are past. Where's wealth, there's competition and where's competition, there are winners and losers. He lost. All. Now he's back in Bree, in the town where he got born, but to which he feels no connection. But with no ship, no goods and no longer wealth at his disposition, where else could he go. Calling in favours, you might say? They aren't given easily. He went to Bree, to seek new opportunities. Ill fortune ended his life prematurely, deciding otherwise. His manners, his clothing, all he once was gave folk ill thoughts upon him. He got stabbed to death when passing by the market on the square near Beggar's Alley. For coin, undoubtedly, which he barely had...