Lost Mine of Phandalin
Dragonborn Solitary Monk
I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster.
Greater Good. My gifts are meant to be shared with all, not used for my own benefit. (Good)
Nothing is more important than the other members of my hermitage, order, or association.
I was trained in my art by a sect of traveling monks who were slaughtered by a dwarvish cult while I was still a novice. I trained myself from then on in almost complete solitude as most are wary of a dragonborn who isn’t a mercenary or wearing heavy armor.
I live in the woods carving whistles and bows from tree’s and branches that have fallen. My “homes” are little more that tree houses that I setup and move from very few months. I rarely run into other beings since i have always harbored hatred towards the cult that killed my kin and toward other dragonborn for never claiming me while I was younger.