Born the illegitimate son of Elizia, a barmaid in Riddleport, and an adventurer passing through town, Zindelo grew up no stranger to drink in its many forms. From an early age, his mother taught him to thank Cayden Cailean for those things they had, as drink was the source of her income. As he grew, he found it almost natural to thank the Drunken Hero on those occasions when he could afford an ale.
At 16, he signed on with a caravan as a guard, but whether the wanderlust was his father's blood asserting itself, or just a desire to ease the burden on his mother, he was never quite sure. The caravan stopped for one night outside Sandpoint, and Zindelo found himself in the Hagfish. Confident in his ability to drink, he tried to drink the water from Nora's tank, though it ended up spewn over the side of the dock. Still, he swore he'd win the purse one day, and tried to drink just about anything he could for a time to strengthen his stomach.
As the caravan moved east towards Whistledown, a small group of Pathfinders joined them. One, a priest named Mithander, heard Zindelo thanking Cayden for his meal, and explained that he was himself a priest of Cayden Cailean. Leaving the caravan, Zindelo traveled with Mithander and his companions, learning the rudiments of the faith from the half-elf, until the group departed Korvosa for Absalom by boat, leaving Zindelo on his own again.
Zindelo decided it might be a good time to travel home for a brief time and struck a course towards Riddleport. When he saw the cathedral at Sandpoint in the distance, he wondered how he had gotten so far off course. Figuring he could latch on with a caravan going north, he shrugged and started walking towards town, thinking that now was as good a time as any to try for that purse again...
