Neato! Conquer Phandelviin!
"Wine, women, all the same! All mine!"
Snitch Slimsky was a halfling from the land of Phlan,
A orphan lad, Snitch made bargains with the local crime families in the form of his orphanage- a front for the families. The young were always innocent to the black-fist, and as such, Snitch was used to smuggle in various things: drugs, illegal weapons, once even the shrunken body of some illegal lord who wanted to make his claim.
Yet, run after run, as Snitch’s skill improved, his wealth did not. It was the same porridge, and the same old lice-infested beddings. Snitch needed a change, and so he took west-ward, past the great moon-sea, past the mountains, and past the desert.
And after all his searching, all his stealing, and all his minuscule wealth disappeared, and he was forced to join with the gangs he hated. The closest one was in Phanadalin, and it was the Red Brand. An enforcer position for his gab, theft changed to the price of protection, and maybe the occasional robbery. It wasn’t fun, but it put food on the table, and Snitch got a less-then fine bedding with the other boys.
However, despite his skill, Snitch still hated this: thus, it gave him a wicked idea. He has always served, always got the scrapings of one or another. What if he took charge? He amused with the idea, and fled to Neverwinter shortly after, vowing to take the land by storm, and teach all to envy the name of Snitch Slimsky, the god of thieves.