Callan uses his dagger, 'Nail', to clean the grit beneath his fingernails. His deep voice rumbles from his throat, "I have traveled from Cheliax to Taldor as a warrior in the KnifeHand gladiator troop, earning my keep in the pits. We were the best troop on the circuit until Farrell Shatterfoot, our lanista, was murdered by a rival. With no leadership, my pit-brothers began loosing their lives at a record pace, and with no one to promote us, our popularity slipped as did our demand. As the last of my troop alive, I decided to join the society and seek my fortune working for the Grand Lodge. This is supposed to be my first mission, but it seems the society needs six people to simply fetch some wine for a clearly off-balanced Venture Captain! "
