Panian Graveltoes

Panian. A name known round the districts as belonging to a real talker, what he lacks in height he makes up for boasts, tricks, and secrets. Always curious and always stealing away from being caught red-handed, Graveltoes made a bit of a name for himself as a youth by playing tricks on the local clergy of Cayden Cailean's "temples," such as they are. This was perfectly in the spirit of The Drunken God's disciples though, these few worshiping spaces typically doubling as local after-hours speakeasies, ordering more sacramental wine than all of Iomedae's temples twice over, making Panian's tricks even easier for the halfling, and even more approved of by his fellow Cayden devotees.

As Panian grew, though, his stealthy nature started to turn to a more... financial boon than when he was younger. Sure, sleight of hand "magic" tricks would earn him a copper or two in the streets while he was younger, but he started to learn that secret-trading would earn him more silver or gold to line his coffers with. Being a halfling, some of the citizens of Absalom would treat him poorly -- "he was, after all, only half a man..." -- and so this sort of disdain for his kind started to affect him, causing him to turn to less law-abiding means to find justice against the discrimination he and his kind face. In a city like Absalom, a halfling never knows what wrong turn may end them up in shackles, being sent off as slaves for Chelaxian owners. This kind of fate is something Panian has absolutely no interest in, so it seemed obvious to him that the best way to protect himself would be to sign up with the Pathfinder Society's Youth Chapter of Heroic Explorers.

The day before his 18th birthday, his little sister was taken by slavers. Drawing on his growing network of contacts within Absalom, he was able to track the trader who had captured her's whereabouts, but found that he had already placed her on a ship bound for Cheliax. Panian watched the trader cracking jokes with other slavers in a tavern by the harbor, like a lion might stalk its prey before attacking. Because of the general habits of humans to not look down, and his comfort in and familiarity with the shadows, Panian was able to pass undetected and wait for the trader to retire to his room in the inn for the night. At this point, Graveltoes entered the inn behind another patron, stole into the halls, and picked the lock, silently, on the door of the slaver's room. Panian didn't wake the trader before playing the man's throat like a violin using his dagger.