Darius had been an inquisitive child growing up and that never faded as he became a man. Growing up in Westcrown though had not made that an easy trait to embrace. There were plenty of dangers afoot and sometimes an inquisitive person ended up wishing they had never questioned in the first place. Which is why he had left.
He spent many years adventuring and as a big man, he found the life suited him immensely. It was during this time that his natural inquisitiveness led him to aspire to the ranks of the Pathfinders. They were not an easy organization to join and he spent many years simply trying to find out his best chance of gaining acceptance.
It was this that ultimately led him back to his home of Westcrown. A Pathfinder of some repute tasked him with exploring their lost lodge within Westcrown. As a native, he was ideally suited to learning of its secrets and finding a way to discover its history. Eager to finally make his way into the Society, Darius quickly accepted.
He'd been back a few months now and he was still amazed at how little had changed in the city but how yet how worse it had become. There was a palapable darkness that lay over the city, muting both the people and the city itself. Still a job was a job, as he had learned adventuring these last many years, and he would see it through.
