STR 11, DEX 16, CON 11, INT 12, WIS 13, CHA 18

FORT +2, REF +4, WILL +4, INIT +3, SPD 30

AC 13, HP 13, ALIGN CG

FEATS: Lone Wolf, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Combat Casting

SKILLS: Athletics +4, Awareness +5, Speechcraft +10, Knowledge (local) +3, Stealth +5, Sleight of Hand +4, Spellcraft +7

SPELLS: 0 Level: Detect Poison, Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Disrupt Undead 1st Level: Mage Armour, Magic Missle, Sleep 2nd Level: Scorching Ray

EQUIPMENT: Light Crossbow (+4 (+5 within 30ft) to Hit, 1d8 dam), Dagger of Prince Caradoc , Bargle’s Journal, Iron Key of the Dwarves, Rune Tablets, Manual of Dwarven Lore

FAMILIAR: Seeleid

DIARY

A youth of indeterminate age, the young man has been raised by Sir Trousdale of Lorchester and his assorted companions. Named by his benefactor for his bright eyes, innocent confidence and restless spirit, the boy is almost omnipresent in the Dale. Rumors as to The Finch’s origins are many. Stories run from the good Sir purchasing him away from a life of prostitution to him being a bastard grandchild of the brave knight.

What was once an open secret has been revealed: the Finch is in fact the son of Prince Caradoc

The Boy has grown up amongst all manner of adventurers, villians and heroes. He has made an unsuspecting teacher of each and has absorbed more from his encounters than many of the entitled squires that have come and gone during his odd childhood.

The Finch’s life and mystery expanded tenfold when he fell under the gaze of an ancient, decrepit sorcerer known as Dontrell the Morose. Despite being daily incoherent with drink, dementia and despair the disintegrating conjurer could not help but become infatuated with the enigmatic sprite. The old man’s life force seemed to be startled into a brief renaissance and he spent his last days in the waking world mentoring the young Finch. Dontrell recognized a fierce, dormant power in the boy and bestowed as much experience and battle magic upon the child as his wine tattered memory could resurrect.

The Finch is loved by landlords, barmen and barmaids, the poor and the courtly alike. He is never short of companionship or copper and hasn’t gone hungry since his earliest years. All his needs are met and life seems to be rosy for the boy yet small signals of trouble have dotted his time spent in the community. Strangers’ purses and trinkets often go missing in his vicinity and childish squabbles have often rusulted in injury to his peers but the honey colored child’s eyes and radiant aura seem to deflect all suspicion and quick, sincere apologies erase hard feelings.

He has spent his youth with battle training as play and bloody tales of combat as nursery rhymes. He has traveled with Sir Trousdale as a page since he became old enough to march and has experienced the fear and stench of war firsthand. He charmed an old man into cultivating a deep power within his spirit. His countenance remains angelic despite what he’s seen yet he appears steeled for and accepting of a uncertain, violent future.