Ashe Winterborn

[Scott]

Growing up on the wrong side of things in Almas is one thing, but growing up on the wrong side of things in Almas as the only Tengu that anyone seems to have ever heard of, is a whole other level of hard. I've done some things, not bad, but definitely illegal. The Andorans talk a good game of freedom and brotherhood for all, but it goes out the window when you're caught with your hands in a lockbox that doesn't technically belong to you. I always seem to get by, though. Whether it's a conveniently placed haystack, or a group of Dwarves in carnival masks, or a random runaway cart, things just seem to go in my favor. I can't explain it, but I've come to rely on it. A couple of years ago, I was doing this thing in this house, when the owner comes home, and I beat feet out of there before he gets a really good look at me. The next day, I go to the local temple and make an offering to The Drunk for what I thought was a clean getaway, when the priest offering communion was none other than the homeowner from the night before. I thought I was done for, but Anatoli, the priest, doesn't call for the watch, but instead, offers to introduce me to some people he works with. The Pathfinder Society. The actual bleeding Pathfinder bleeding Society. They're all, "We could always use someone with your talents", and, "Nah, we're not calling the watch." I decide to go with it, and as soon as you could say quick, they ship me off to some school in Absalom! The navel of the whole world! I pick up some skills there, and more than a few contacts, and the weird thing is, I start to like it. The learning, I mean. It's interesting, like solving a puzzle. I mean, yeah, sometimes the puzzle is a different shape than I expected, and I don't have all the pieces, and I'm blindfolded, and people are shooting at me... But it's fun.

A few months ago, Anatoli comes to me with a new assignment, and a whole lot of background material for some place in the tits end of the northernmost corner of nowhere, wanting me to "look in to reports of new types of magic, or something..." So, here I am, freezing my beak off, in bloody Numeria...

Ashe Winterborn
Archaeologist of the Pathfinder Society.