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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3286944" data-attributes="member: 11146">Jinx eyes Aeron uncertainly, unsure of what to make of the kind mannerisms and speech of the priest.  Deciding at the last that Aeron is merely being welcoming, Jinx foregoes paranoia in favor of sharing a tale with Ciaran and Aeron.  "Ye asked how I came to me spellcasting prowess."  The gnome's tone bespeaks openness and sincerity.  "Since we look to be trundled up in the barn for the night, I'll tell it plain.  I left me home when I was a good bit younger.  Me folks did no want me around, just another mouth ter feed in the Bimpnottin family.  Mum beat me fierce, she did, and me not liking beatings too well, I left.  Found meself in the Free City, 'long with work in an alchemist's shop.  Just pushing a broom, mind you.  Master didn't pay too well, and what with the city costing a pretty penny, I took to thieving."  Jinx colors a bit but continues, unabashed.  "One night while I were looking about one of the better homes of a vacationing merchant family, just looking, mind you, the Lady of the house come upon me in her parlour.  Don't know who was more s'prised, her or me."  Here Jinx pauses and turns an even deeper shade of embarrassed red.  "The Lady were a large sort, I swear, bigger than most.  She overpowered me and locked me up fer a criminal in 'er basement water closet.  Said sommat about calling the Watch, but afore she could, I heard a mighty scuffle as she were on the stairs.  Seems someone else'd decided to rob the home...can't say it were a bad idea, what with the family be known to regularly vacation that time of year."  Jinx coughs into a gnarled little fist and continues.  "Anyhow, it took 'em awhile, but the band of thugs who come after me killed that Lady, then stole me away as booty along with the silverware, tapestries, lockbox, and half the larder.  Next thing I know, I'm part of the Nine Fingers of Greyhawk an' an apprentice to a wicked, wicked master."  Jinx pauses in his tale and eyes first Ciaran then Aeron.  Looking away in shame from Aeron, Jinx finishes up.  "Can't say why I'm here.  Master said ter go an' he seemed ter know what he was about.  'Sides, Master's not ter be questioned, not if ye value yer hide."  The gnome toes the straps of his backpack.  "I'd like out of the Nine.  In me own estimation, they've sent me ter me death, what with the ogre an' all.  Without you lot, I'd be in over me head.  You two're clever, kind sorts.  You gave me the scroll, Ciaran.  An' you, priest, you patched me up.  When we're done with whatever in the Nine Hells it is that we're up against here, maybe you can help me think of a way ter save me skin?"</blockquote>

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