"Organizing a trip into the Stolen Lands? Have a fancy writ signed by the Sword Lords of Brevoy themselves authorizing it? Well, before you get too excited about what all to pack for this little expedition of yours, let me tell you about my first venture into the River Kingdoms."
"You see, it all started with my parents. Decent sorts from what I remember of them, other than that they decided it was wise to bring me with them down the Sellen on one of their jobs. I'll never know if my Dad didn't pay his protection money or if we just got caught by some overly ambitious river-rats. I do know that Dad never did teach me to haggle like he promised after he got two arrows stuck in his chest."
"I was both born and orphaned on that same day, you see."
"'Stop that cryin' you sot!'" one of the bandits bellowed as they dragged me screaming from my mother's corpse. "'Make him smile!'" another jeered as they pawed through their plunder, already drunk off stolen wine. They made me smile, alright..." Jester pauses his tale to trail a finger along the long scar that runs from his lip to his right cheek, leaving him with a permanent grin. "Apparently they thought it all hysterical, which earned me my name. Can't even remember the name I was born to, Erastil have mercy."
He shrugs and continues. "Slavery may be an Abomination, but that didn't stop them from selling me to another bandit crew, that sold me to another, and so on, until I was strong enough to take my freedom back from the merry band that held me. And that's how I lost my parents, my name, my childhood to the River Kingdoms. So that brings me to my point."
"Greedy men will tell you 'You have what you hold', to justify what they drag from your very fingers. I give it as a warning. Don't venture into the River Kingdoms with anything you're afraid to lose. Especially your life." His ever present grin seems an ill-match to the seriousness in his eyes.