Prologue: The Informant

You have never known peace. Peace is not for a creature like you.

And as a drow begrudgingly slides you a gold piece for the precious knowledge you keep behind your lips, you wonder if chaos itself fancies you.

<Synopsis>

You are an informant, a thief, and a cutthroat. You are who the shady locals look to. You run this little Faerûnian town, which is why when Bregan D'aerthe comes looking for something, they go to you first.
Then when a traveling drow elf, backed by some dwarf, his daughter, and a few more misfits start roaming around, you start to get territorial. This is your home, not theirs.
You'll either run them all out, or watch them destroy each other.