Santino

My name is Santino, a.k.a. "Santino the Sneak", a.k.a. "The Lucky Leprechaun". I'm a 32-year-old gnome. Thin and wiry, with buzzed hair and a large brimmed hat. I'm usually wearing a dusty vest that was once quite nice and some well-worn boots.

I'm very popular and can always be found in the corner of some pub enjoying a few laughs with a group of good ol' boys. I swear my ass has occupied a stool in every tavern from here to Newarda. I'm the life of any party and have a joke for every occasion, but I don't have any true friends. Probably because I'll steal almost anything, from anyone.

I'm not sure where I'm from. I was abandoned as a child and spent most of my life living on the streets. Occasionally kind folk would take me in, but I can only spend a few months in one home before I get restless. I always leave in the night, usually with my pockets full of whatever valuables I could pilfer from those kind, foolish folk.

One day I stole from the wrong person. I don't regret it, how could I? Considering it was one of the best jobs I ever pulled, a work of art I tell ya'. However, the person I stole from is powerful and well-connected. It's only a matter of time until they find me. So I'm just floating from place to place. It's worked for 32 years, why fix what isn't broken?

I'll always be looking over my shoulder. Of course, I don't have anything to give back to them, I lost it on a game of cards the very next day. Ah well, it's like I always say: "No risk? Not interested."