Spaeztle Karshnon

Hiya!  My name is Spaeztle Karshnon,  least I think that's my family name, see ahm nae really sure due to the fact ah was adopted by a giant family some years back.  Well let me start at the beginning...least-ways whut I take to be the beginnin anyway.

There I was nekkid as a jay-bird and ... oops wrong story, hold on a minute while ah clear my head. ::shakes his head::  Ok where was I? ::nods:  Oh yeah, the adoption.  Seems my mother, a gypsy as near as ah kin figger out, dint want me. I know, I know sounds cruel doesnt it?  But since ah've never seen or met her to ask her outright, it's the best ah got.  Anyway...seems in her travels through the mountains that she stayed at a local inn run by whut, in her mind anyway, ahve got a different opinion most days, seemed like a well-seasoned and honorable giant family.  So she left me there.  Again ah know it sounds cruel, but it's what happened. ::shrug::  So... this family of giants, did ah mention I was a human?  Alright anyway, this family of giants took me in, and raised me, right wrong or otherwise, they did, don't blame em if ah've managed to take a few wrong turns here an there, it ain't their fault.  Seein as I was so small, in their eyes, and pale, the name Spaeztle was given to me.  Looks like this blonde pale noodle thing.. :::dismiss::..

anyway...the older folks in this place were well past child-raising prime, but doted on me as ah imagine most granparents would, but the main elder in mah life turned out to be their big ole no-nonsense-from-no-buddy-I-was-a-warrior son.  An lemme tell you, when he said no, he meant no.  Ye ever have a giantfist-sized rock swung at yer head when ye doen somethin wrong?  No? ::rubs his head::  Ye got lucky.  Well it turns out, he may the biggest thing ah ever seen, he aint got the sharpest eyes.  So ah would take to hidin around the yard an the Inn waitin to follow him an take some revenge.  Those damn fists hurt! Course then ahd have to run like the wind to get away from the bellow.  ::snickers::  Was a good time ah had playin that game fer awhile, but before long it became to easy to bait the big oaf.  And since ah was gettin to the age that ah would need to apprentice, ah figgerd might as well learn from him, this way ah kin see him comin at me.  Yanno sumptin? ::scratches his head:: That big oaf really knew how to cook! Ah know, ::nods:: surprised me too!

So after a few years of this, he starts to trust me an leaves me alone while he goes on his trips down to the Landing.  One night... one of our customers got locked out of their room, and seein as ah had the quickest hands, they asked me to see iffin ah could open it.  Wonderful things those lil parin knives. :::grins at ye with a sly wink::  Well hey now!!  Now ah kin keep mahself from gettin bored....I won't bore ye with the details of the things ahve seen or heard within those walls.. but lemme tell ye this... ::leans forward:: i grew up quick. ::winks::  Seein as unkle, as ah took to callin that brute of kitchen rat, couldnt seem to control me anymore, he sent me down to Aspis fer awhile to see iffin there was some way to get some sense beat into me.  ::chuckle::  He was right, it worked.. ::shrugs:: but he dint count on me actually wantin to stay. Seems the house needed someone to fill in while unkle was gone, seein as I dint have anywhere else ta be.. ah figgered why not?  This way ah kin cook to keep a roof over mah head, an still get out an have some fun. 

Well, seein as this story's gettin a lil long-winded, an ah doan really wanna give away all my life in one sitting, lets jess say that some of the elders noticed ah had potential for unlockin things, and proceeded to teach me the ways of bein a locksmith.  Found out ah could have almost as much fun opening boxes, as ah could openin locked Inn doors!  An ta think ah got paid fer it too!  Well, ah think thats nuff fer today... iffin ye need a box opened or even a weddin banquet planned, jess look me up, ahm usually roamin Ta'Vaalor these days or rattlin round a kitchen somewhere. ::waves::

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