Boy, Howdy. I Sure Do Enjoy Being Alive.

I love women, elves especially. (Humans not so much.) I love the sweet taste of wine. I love the quickening thrill of combat, neutralizing threats, and sneaking through hostile territory undetected. My home, the Field Ward of Waterdeep, has its charms. I love the scent of an aged tome of information or fiction. Even losing in Liar's Dice to the pirates was pretty fun. More than anything, I love all the friends I've made along the way.
 
There have been times I didn't like so much. Scrubbing the floors of my father's tavern count among those. The years I spent doing petty crime before I reformed do as well. Let's not mention that little swim I took through the sewage when I first met my current comrades. Or all the times I nearly met my end from a mortal wound.
 
All those times just serve to make the moments of levity all the sweeter in my mind. If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn't. Even if I was able to undo my criminal days, I wouldn't trade what I learned in those chaotic years for the world. I wouldn't be the person I am now. I wouldn't have met all the wonderful people I've met in all my 27 years.
 
I'm looking forward to our return to Waterdeep. There's people I want to see and things I want to do. For once in my life, I have an optimistic outlook on the future that isn't colored by sarcasm. I do co-own a business now, after all. I will have to give back to the community, though. Wouldn't want my old mates in the Field Ward calling me a sellout.