Esquibaleolus (his friends called him Squib) had a wonderful life in Magnimar. Ever since it was discovered he was a spontaneous caster his friends and family had urged him to hone his magical prowess and encouraged him to achieve greatness, assuring him there was no way he was destined for anything less.
As a result he was perhaps a little too confident. He and his gang of pals (some would say 'hangers-on') would often disparage the local apprentice wizards of the Acadamae, (Though never to their faces. A cocky brat he was, but a spiteful bully he was not.) scoffing at their reliance on spellbooks and memorization.
It was somewhat ironic, though, that he would mock the studious nature of these wizards-in-training so much. When he wasn't cavorting with the local youths or attempting to cast spells far beyond his level he would often be found with his nose buried in novels. Specifically, adventure logs wherein the heroes dealt with, battled or aided Dragons.
This seemed like every other adolescent child's fascination with the mighty, noble beasts, but for Squib it was proven to be more than that the first time he sprouted claws. He was 41 years old.
Squib took this as a sign: It was time for him to venture forth, and achieve his destiny! He had no plans in mind but was supremely confident that something would turn up and by the end of the week he would be commanding a flight of gold dragons into battle against the forces of Dahak the Destroyer! Or y'know, something equally epic. He wasn't picky.
Surprised, then, would be the best way to describe Squib when the caravan he had latched onto had been ambushed and thoroughly trounced by a pack of goblins several days outside of the city, despite his amazing ability to cast spells without a spellbook!
The were more interested in making sure the horses were dead than the people, lucky for Squib. He and the two other survivors (He can't recall their names. They're probably unimportant anyway.) limped into Sandpoint a few days ago and he's been recuperating in the White Deer Inn. He's finally feeling back up to snuff and is about ready to find those damn goblins. (Really, they surprised him the first time. Total fluke. Never happen again. Honest.)
