Rodriguez It is said by some that there is not a profane word in the Berenian tongue that Rodriquez will not utter at least once during any given day. This is probably because cursing was the earliest and most "successful" tool that Rodriquez used to rebel against the sufferingly repressive piety of his parents and the rest of the de Torquemada family from which he came. It "succeeded" in getting him kicked out of the family's fashionable rural manor house several leagues to the southwest of the City of Poldoon while in his early teens - not that he would have waited to have been kicked out if he had had the opportunity to leave earlier. While his choice of vocabulary suggests wretched ignorance, Rodriquez has always in fact been an extremely bright individual. Thus, he managed quite easily to make his way from the rural environs of his youth to the City of Poldoon. One day while walking to the market, Rodriguez was surprised to see a sewer crate slide open and a disheveled-looking elderly gent come staggering out who reeked to high heaven. As soon as the old coot had cast several innovative profanities at some bystanders who happened to be gawking, Rodriquez knew that he had found an instant friend. The old man was in fact an enchanter who had been adventuring in the Pits of Poldoon and was ready to use the loot he had acquired to purchase a residence and retire. For whatever reason, he took a liking to Rodriquez and took him on as an apprentice. Several years later the old enchanter had passed on, but before he died he had provided Rodriquez - now an enchanter in his own right - with a letter of introduction to a certain individual of the guild hall of the Walkers on the Edge which lay beneath the City. One rainy day Rodriquez, with his trusty fire sprite named Frizzlegut firmly in hand, descended down through the sewers and into the Pits of Poldoon to find the individual named in that letter. As a consequence of that meeting, Rodriquez joined the Walkers; and the rest, as they say, is $%#@&! history.