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About Kelryon Tonarr

I found the pompous windbag in one of the more lavish inns in the city. He was easy to find, and engaging him in some information was easily bought. I asked him all he knew about my mark.

"The day I found him, was like any other. The sun was shining and the horses pulling my wagon were innundating me with constant flatulance. When I came upon the burning wagon, the stench of death permeated. I cautiously made my way around the site and found two non-descript dwarves, a male and female, with several arrows in their backs. The wagon had been cleared of any valuables, and being able to identify them seemed far too time consuming. Investigating a bit more, I heard the pitiful mewling of an urchin. I came upon what appeared to be a 7 or 8 year old (who can really tell with dwarves) overcome with grief. I immediately knew I had found my newest servant, and took him under my care.

"He was a miserable looking child. Added to the fact that he was a dwarf and no other word seems more appropriate than, pathetic. But for one with so little going for him in every other aspect, he seemed to have a penchant for finding every hidden gem in a deal. Some would call it extreme luck, but I do not subscribe to such nonsense."

"In the beginning, I saw his dwarven background more accustom to manual labor. Had him take care of the horses, load the wagon, dig the latrine, that sort of thing. However, one day another of my servants had grown 'ill' and I needed one to accompany me to a particularly delicate deal. I had a stroke of brilliance (happens rather often) to bring the non assuming dwarf with me. He surely would put the seller (an irregularly calm gnome) at ease and make the whole deal go smoothly."

"As we discussed the contraption the gnome had created, and of course price, I felt a dreadful tug at my robe. The dwarf actually wished to speak, I was aghast. But something in me (another grand stroke of brilliance) bid him to say something. He pointed out that the particular gem being used to power the device was not an emerald, but a very highly polished chrysoprase gem. I immediately brought this to the gnome's attention and his jaw dropped. He was trying to take me for a simpleton (preposterous of him) and his game had been discovered. He began apologizing profusely and dropped the price by half."

"After that little episode, I took the dwarf with me to each deal. Countless times he pointed out the shady gems being used by hucksters, and also was incredibly accurate at appraising the value of countless items. Several times I asked him how he came by this knowledge, but every time he would spout, "Not sure. Just a feeling I have." However, I did a bit of digging into his background and found his deceased parents had been travelling clerics of Brigh. They must have seen and created any numbers of contraptions and inventions. The amount of materials and gems they came across in their travels would have been innumerable."

"When I confronted the child with this knowledge, I received the most curious reaction. He grew very quiet, and I sensed him shaking with what I could only surmise as rage. He only said one thing to me, "Brigh let my parents die, and left me to be a servant. That "god" means nothing to me." Needless to say, I was a bit surprised as most do not just deny their deity. In this case, I took it as childish whim and knew him to be just inexperienced in such things."

"In the subsequent years I travelled throughout the world making deals, acquiring new servants, and making quite the fortune. The last day I held his fate in my hands was one of incredible wealth, and I loathe to admit this, some regret. Do not mistake this for some kind of petulant loss of someone dear. The pitiful, overgrown halfling with a beard had made me a great fortune and losing that advantage was a bit disconcerting. However, the resulting wealth I obtained was more than enough to stifle that irritating emotion. The Desnan Priestess was clueless as to the value of the gems and passing the Dwarf to her care made me uncommonly rich. Last I know, she took him to some temple up north and that's the last I heard."

At this point I knew the poison I had slipped into his drink would be fulfilling it's purpose soon enough. I casually pickpocketed the gold I had used to buy his information and bid him goodbye. While some would try to compare my line of work with the dastardly deeds of Slavers like him, his death would free people to live their lives again, while my targets never take another breath.

I now had the best information on my old mark as ever. I would make amends for my failure all those years ago and make good on my contract. The dwarf was as good as dead.