Shadow Over the Nentir Vale
At a young age, Jack was taught by his father to appreciate craft suited only for nimble fingers. His father, a clock-smith, would spend many sleepless nights tinkering in his shop. Jacks mother passed shortly after his 8th birthday from fever, a slow agonizing death. Jack didn’t take her passing well. Having realized the inevitable reach of death; he resolved it was best to be callus rather than feel such a loss again. His father took a turn for the worst, turning to drink and work as an answer. As the years passed Jack continued to hone his deft abilities in less honorable trades.