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“Well, I’m not really a criminal or anything. My parents sent me to the biggest university in Candlekeep and there were just too many things that I was interested in. Every time they wrote, they kept telling me to pick a direction, focus on something and find a career, but I have so many different skills! Like I had to get good at ducking out of mama’s boring parties and avoiding papa when I know he’s about to give me one of his lectures, so I’m really good at sneaking away from people. Or sneaking up on them, which is basically the same thing. And like, why wouldn’t you want to be able to pick locks, right? People lock things up all the time when they don’t really need to, and I’m always losing my keys. So you wouldn’t think that roguery would be a field of study, but turns out it is, and when you add up all my credits that’s the one that I’d be closest to graduating in. I feel like there’s so many more things I want to study though, I don’t want to lock myself into anything. Like I don’t think this is going to be my whole life, you know? Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Tavverdemalion Fox. My friends call me Tavvie.”
“Tavverdemalion Fox. Did I not know you possess some small measure of prowess in battle, I would have removed your tongue by now, or perhaps your head. Cease this prattle and focus. We need to find the helm.”