Tanrov and his two older brothers left their tribe when Tanrov himself was just a boy of barely 10 summers. The trio wandered for a bit until they fell in with a troupe of mercenaries, the Stolen Swords. The mercenary captain took the three Shoanti under his wing and signed them on as Swords.
While his two older brothers fought, Tanrov himself was too young to go to war. Instead he spent his days training with the troupe's master-at-arms - an imposing grizzled Kellid warrior. With his natural size, strength, and aggression the youth excelled at the weapon drills (and even took a liking to the master-at-arm's favored weapon, the earthbreaker). Tanrov's biggest contribution to his mercenary family was being a natural when it came to the camp's animals. All of the troupe's dogs would eagerly perform tricks for him and there was no horse he couldn't break with enough time.
The years passed and Tanrov grew into manhood. He eventually grew old enough to serve alongside his brothers. One day, while on leave drinking at a bar in Absalom, his brothers and a few of his comrades from the Swords dared the young warrior to apply for membership with the infamous Pathfinders. Fueled by youthful bravado, and no shortage of spirits, Tarnov waited at the Grand Lodge's doors and applied.
To his drunken surprise, he was admitted.
