Tristan DnD character lore

	Born and raised in Goldport, my life had quickly led me a path of becoming a thief, scoundrel, outcast and scavenger. I was raised by the streets and I know how to survive where there are no authorities or law to keep me safe from the desires of those who are willing to get what they want. My father had abandoned my mother an I when he discovered my mothers pregnancy. My mother raised me on her own, living from shack to shack and whatever shelter she could find as we drifted throughout the city. At age 9, she was kidnapped by a band of raiders when she went out to the marketplace to beg for food/money. From then all I was forced to forget my morals and do what I could to survive. I resorted becoming a thief, liar and drifter. As the years drifted by I got used to being chased down and nearly getting myself killed over people I had robbed or deceived.
	Eventually, the day came where I had accidentally robbed the wrong man and became wanted by the cities largest crime organization, and was forced to leave the place forever and what little life I had had there. I roamed from town to town, coming and going, keeping the people I had met at a safe distance, keeping to myself and having as little to do with everyone as possible. After some months of travelling, carrying myself from town to town, scraping to get by and helping myself to as much as I can, I had decided that I needed to find a place more secure than a lean-to shack or a blanket and campfire. Continuing to move along the desert plains I eventually find a small town called Cajarin. There was a local inn that I decided I would try to slip in and stay the night. Upon arrival, I sat down in the lounge area where there was a bar and many locals sitting, drinking and talking amongst themselves. There was overall a very merry atmosphere. I sat alone in a corner, and I was eavesdropping on the conversation a few fellows were having a few tables over...