A jaunt in his step and a gleam in his eye, these are the things that have best characterized the halfling since his childhood and are often the first things are told to the authorities when asked who might have dipped into the bewildered folks' pockets while they weren't looking. This past-time has always been a game of sport for Leifwyck and since he hasn't been caught yet, it continues to this day. While many would call him a sneak thief, the truth of it is he doesn't keep a single pilfered trinket. Usually, those people often find their possessions hidden away in a curious spot the next day, which they report to the guardsmen with a level of embarrassment.
Though his knack for picking a pocket might have opened doors for him among dingy crime lords in a large city, Leifwyck disdains the thought of truly stealing from another person. He grew up in the care of his mother, a humble tavern girl who swooned under the charm of a wandering performer on his way home to Varisia. A month later she found herself with child, surprised as the father was long-gone to the west by then. Despite his lack of another parent, the boy always minded his mother and took her sense of kindness with him when he left the calm village of his origin in Nirmathas.
Hearing a call for those with bold hearts and a quick wit, he set off for the metropolis of Absalom, yearning for the life of adventure that his father's blood instilled within him. With a dagger set firm in his belt and spry senses at the ready, he took up service with the Grand Lodge and became a Pathfinder. In time, his skills and charm earned him a ticket to Magnimar where he would be serving the venture-captain there and exploring the wild frontier. Setting forth with the same jaunt in his step and gleam in his eye that he has always possessed, he had no idea what wonders and terrors might possibly lie before him.
