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"Shall we go left or right", Talam peers into the room, then looks back at Coopertop and Etienne.

"I think we may a big problem here. I just heard shrieks coming from inside", He turn to speak to the others.
Talam makes his way in.

Talam peaks his head into the open door.

"Nice work - would I get an answer if I ask where you learned to do that?" As he speaks, his hands run over the pouches at his belt holding his spell components, checking to see that they are all there.

"Growing up like I did you had to know how to get outta certain situations", Talam places his picks back into his pouch and draws his sickles. He turn and smiles, "Shall we go in or follow after the others? Either way is find, but since this is in front of us...", he nudges his head toward the door.

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Talam smiles as the sound of a clicking lock fills his ears. "Ah, there we go. Alright all, shall we go in", Talam looks back to the party grinning.

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Talam approaches one of the doors, pulling a set of tools from his belt pouch.

Talam gathers up his gear and gives a nod to the others, "Let's find out whats going on"

"This is quite strange", Talam runs a finger over his brow. "I would normally stay out of family affairs, but something about this situation is odd", Talam turns to the elderly halfling. "Miss Bethana, do you know anything about Tsuto?"

Ameiko answers before Coppertop does as he is back at the door looking out into the town again. Well for clothing young lad you must go and see Rynshinn over at Vernah's Fine Clothing and tell her I sent you. She will take good care of you. For a shave and a haircut right across the street is Janna Sailflower's little place and again tell her I sent you.

"Ah, thank you much. Well if you'll excuse me", Talam leaps from his stool, "I'm dire need to change my appearance."

As he makes his way out to Janna's he stops and looks up at Coopertop, "If you need me, just let me know", with a head shake and a grin Talam mmkes his way out.

...“ There has been a goblin uprising. Sandpoint was attacked in force and other towns and farms have been attacked as well. Sheriff Hemlock has gone to Magnimar in order to get some help and he has left Etienne Nevar, Talacyst, and myself in charge of Sandpoints safety in his absence”...

"Isn't it odd for goblins to muster a force like that? From my experience they're such skittish, if not 'mad', people", Talam looks form the bar to the young man. "Well if you need the help, I'd be willing to lend a hand. No sense coming to this town to look for work, if a bunch of goblins are gonna take it away."

"By and by, where can I find a place to get a good shave and haircut, or perhaps some new attire?" Talam asks.

A lovely lady answers I am the owner of this place and if you can tell me an exciting adventure story, the room and food is on me

“It was some time ago, I was only eight”, Talams eyes move from the smiling woman to somewhere else, another place, another time.

The mid-morning air was thick with the smell of fish. “Now you promise not to tell your mother”, Fredick looked down to his step-son, Talam, a cheery-eyed halfling, smiling up. “I promise dad, I mean Mister Shalief”, Talam bowed as he addressed his father.

Fredick had purchased the halfling boy a year ago, at a slave auction. When the boy was brought home he immediately became a member of the family. But this being Korvosa, meant halflings were thought of as nothing but property, and the idea of adopting one was unheard of. To make matters worse if someone were to find out about the life Talam was given, they would surely try to take him. Selling him back into slavery, or even killing the boy. So when Talam accompanied his family anywhere it was in guise of a slave.

The two walked down the docks until they reached their destination. “Lucks Way, this your boat right Mister Shalief”, the young halfling looked up to father. “That’s right, and today’s a special occasion. With it being your eighth year, it’s time you learned the family business.” Fredick’s eyes turned from his boy, to the boat.
The Shaliefs were one of the, if not the most, profitable fishing family in Korvosa. And the “Lucks Way” was proof. The entire boat was made of a beautiful reddish-black wood, along with mithral trimmings.

As the pair came up the ramp, a voice rang from above “We’re ready to ship out, sir!” The voice belonged to Reifon. “Hey Baldy-baldy!” Talam shouted at the hulking man. Reifon, was a tall muscular, and bald shoanti. From what Talam knew Reifon and his father had been friends for years. “Baldy!” The hulking man walk down the ramp to meet the two.
Reifon reached out and picked up the young halfling by his scruff. “I’ve got a good mind to throw you off the boat while we’re out to sea, but then how would I explain that to Fredick”, the tall man chuckled as placed Talam on his shoulder. “Your cruel Raif”, as Talam smiled back at him.
“Let me get settled in and well be on our way. Why don’t you go show Talam the ropes while I get ready” Fredick patted his friend on the arm and made his on deck. “So where do we start, Baldy?” Talam laughed as he leapt from his perch and ran aboard.

Talam sat with his back toward the mast. It had been two days since they left Korvosa, and he was bored. During his time onboard he spent his time learning his way around the ship, how to drop and retrieve fishing traps. To make matters worse no fish. All the traps came back empty, and it was starting to take a toll, not only on Talam, but the rest of crew.
“TALAM!” Reifon’s scream broke the silence on deck. Talam smirked from his resting place. Earlier he had setup a bucket of bait over Refions quarters. The few hands on deck cried in laughter as Reifon emerged from below deck covered in the foul-smelling stuff. “I don’t care what Fredick says, I’m dropping you the side!”
“Ah, come on Reif, can’t take a joke”, Talam asked as he jumped from his spot, and began running.

“Got ya, boy!” Reifon had finally caught up to the halfling, when he took a spill running towards the bow. “Now to make good on what I said”, as the towering shoanti bent down to pick up Talam, he noticed the boy was frozen in fear. “What’s the matter...”before he could finish the sound of clacking claws and an otherworldly screech came from in front of them.
“Captain, we got Reefers!”

"Some how my father had sailed the ship into a harem on reefclaws", Talams eyes returning to the lady. "That's how I got this", pulling up on his shirts sleeve he reveals a scar running up his forearm.
"If Reifon hadn't pulled the blasted thing off me", Talam sutters at the thought.
"After that I don't remember much. Reif took me below and when I woke we where home. From what my father told me they were able to sail out of the harem without too much trouble. They also made a profit by bringing some reefclaws back to market", Talam rubs the scar on his fore arm.
"The only thing that still bothers me though about that day is, while I was at the bow I could have sworn I saw something. Like a huge shadow moving under the water."

"Well I'm finally here", thought Talam to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "Well before I try looking for any work here, I better find a place for night", with that made his way into town looking for a good bed and a hot meal.