Not much to tell. Heard the war horn of the recruiters and packed my bags. Slipped out in the dead of night, I did. And I'm proud of it. What good is fighting when the Tuatha don't die? Besides, I'm a businessman. I got my hands on a pass into Ysa, and the rest has been waterfalls and walks by the river.
“Well, technically we're not supposed to carry or sell weapons in Ysa... but... I've found a few loopholes. As have you... If you're in the market for something deadly, I'm your man. Just don't go blabbing about it to the Fae. They've got buds of brains.”