Khurst never wanted for much in this life, except to have a small family and the means to protect them. He's always been the type to stick up for others, for the best or for the worst. Eventually, this would set him on the path as a caravan hand for a good friend of his. It was a good couple years, and he made a modest sum of coppers to eventually settle down with, maybe start that family.
Then that peasant came along. Ben, they called her. Everywhere she went, chaos followed, at least to Khurst's recollection. They were once friends, starting the day Khurst protected her from overzealous debt collectors. That wouldn't be the last time he saved her skin, however. Travesty seemed to follow Ben, much to Khurst's chagrin. He felt an obligation to protect her, as he did with all his friends. This led to a series of events that lost him his job, his home, and even his wife-to-be.
But that business is in the past. Khurst recently inherited a small bakery back in his hometown, and though he hasn't the aptitude for business, he's certainly got the dedication. On the move, Khurst made the fateful decision to walk the lesser traveled road, to see the trees change colour. He happened to spot a traveler in a hurry into the woods. His natural good-mannered concern prompted him to follow the poorly equipped traveler into the depths of the woods, where bandits often preyed on such easy quarry. He followed her to a small cave, which ended in an oddly ceremonially themed set of stairs. Driven by concern and curiosity, he followed the path of the unknown woman into the depths. Little did he know, Ben had just gotten him into yet another mess.
Khurst Blackern, Caravan HandAn unkind sensation drags the man into the antechamber.
"Welcome." The ratman behind the counter chimes. "You may have a Manual to the Depths and a complementary coffee on us. Please note that we provide only one delve per person. You must surrender everything you gain on your delve if you plan on exiting through the entrance. Good luck."
For some reason, the ratman hands neither the manual, not this 'coffee' over. It just stares blankly at Khurst as he looks around the room. Looks like the bakery will have to wait.
STR:14
DEX:8
VIT:13
INT:7
MAG:3
HLY:7
R:Hatchet
L:Buckler
Helm:--
Body:Boiled Leather
Inv:
70 coppers
Bread x3
Sling and stones
Manual