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As a child, whenever I was told stories of the fae queens and their courts, it was always made very clear that one should never make deals or bargin with the alien creatures, because we mere mortals always got the short end of the stick.

Unfortunately, sometimes they make you an offer that you can't refuse. Like when you're lost in the wilderness, bleeding to death after your 'friend' and 'partner in crime' stabbed you in the back and took of with the loot. The threat of bleeding out and being eaten by wild animals tends to make a guy consider deals he wouldn't normally make. Like the one that I made with a faerie after my two-faced bastard of a friend betrayed me.

I was propped up against a tree, holding a the remains of my by then blood-soaked shirt to the wound in my side, trying to figure out a way to survive the night, when a slender, raven haired woman with scarlet lips and green, cat-like eyes stepped from the encroaching darkness. I also noticed her graceful, attractive curves. So sue me, I can be distracted by a pretty enough face.
Despite her beauty, I was more than a little wary of her. Over the last 24 hours I'd stolen an aristocrat's jewelery box, been forced to flee Korvosa, gotten lost in the woods, and been stabbed by my companion. Needless to say, I was a bit on edge.
She stood over me for a while, looking down at me with a faint smile twisting her lips before kneeling beside me and speaking in sooting voice. She offered to save my life. Not only to save my life, but to give me extraordinarly good luck. In exchange, I had to perform three tasks of her choosing. I can't say I considered it for very long. In fact, I didn't consider it all. I said yes immediatley; doing a few odd-jobs for a faerie was better than bleeding to death in a forest.

I don't know how she did what she did, but she closed the wound in my side and strengthened me. She gave me my first task, told me to let me feet guide me back home, and vanished into the trees, leaving not even a foot print behind. I started walking, letting myself follow my instincts. I felt good. I felt better than good, actually; I felt better than I ever had before. Still, one of the terms of our agreement worried. I didn't like the sound of having a 'year and a day of continued good fortune and life once the final task is completed'. But I wasn't dead, so who was I to complain?

I completed the faerie's first task (the details of which I'll keep to myself, thank you very much) and left Korvosa (the aristocrat we'd stolen from had apparently put a bounty on my head). I wandered to Riddleport, enjoying my surprisingly good luck and haven't stopped wandering since.

And so, I've found myself in the coastal town of Sandpoint, trudging through the early autumn wind and cold rain, in search of a hot meal and a soft bed. Pushing open the door of the inn calling itself the Rusy Dragon I sighed, enjoying the warmth for a moment before sauntering over to the bar (even if you're tired, soaked and freezing, there's no reason not to saunter) and settled on a stool near the fire. Flashing a charming smile at the attractive barkeep, I asked for a room and a meal and settled down to listen to the gossip of the small town and look for a way to have some fun or earn a little coin.

Zelazny is a fairly tall man, appearing to be in his mid-twenties. He has somewhat long dark hair, a charming, almost gentlemanly manner, and a ready smile. His features are sharp, but not unpleasantly so and his bright blue eyes, often twinkling with contained mirth, stand out against his slightly tanned skin and black hair.
He typically dresses in well-tailored though slightly worn clothes and a heavy black duster.