| Jask Derindi-Jlighter |
Male Human Cleric-2
Varrick:
At the mention of possibly letting me out, my head comes up. "You'd do dat for me? Hm. I s'pose dere's no harm in tellin' de story. Id'll help pass de time."
"I useta work for de Sargavan government. I did some filing, some research, and errands. As time went on, I found signs of illegal deals between de higher ups and several of de Free Captains of de Shackles. I confronted my superior, but de bastard framed me for de deals."
"What could I do? I ran. I ran somewhere dey shouldna found me. I stayed in Corentyn for ten years as a scribe. Den dey caught up to me. I was clapped in these irons, and dey charged Cap'n Kovack to take me back to Sargava for punishment. But I'm innocent of de crime. Not much of a story, but it's why I'm here in dese irons."
With my story told, I settle back into meditations.