So it all started in Ubersreik. My father had been hanged some years back for the crime of body-snatching, and so I’d been on my own for a good while. I made ends meet by pursuing the family trade; it was a good way to make a few shillings for an enterprising young fellow like me. Anyway, I’d had a bit of recent misfortune and was down to my last few pennies, and things were getting pretty hungry, and the damned priests of Morr were spending whole nights out in the graveyards.
So I’m thinking it’s maybe time to try my hand at burglary or some such, when my old friend Heinz shows up with this wild-eyed Elf in tow. See, Heinz grew up in Ubersreik, but always had a bit of an outdoorsy bent, so he ended up making a living by offering his services as a guide for those bands of speculators who want to go up into the mountains and prospect for silver or plunder old Drachenfels’ castle or something like that. A pretty good living, too, to judge from his gear.