You practised the better part of valour [+ Creeping Shadows]

You are a Deserter.

You laughed when the orders came. The war was lost, though you would not learn how lost until your return to the City. But you did return to the City. As did all your men. Your squad and its hangers-on fled the Sodden Hill an hour before sunrise, and your knack for trickery kept them out of danger.

The Feyish Foe took the dirt mount unopposed.

They never looked very hard for you and yours. Maybe the army thinks you dead. Maybe it is their version of mercy or their aversion to scandal. But you kept your head low and you avoided your given name.

Work is hard to find for veterans and harder for deserters. Honest work is. But you broke bones, and you bashed in skulls. Some of your victims survived, and others did not. And you became known to the wrong people – and you remained invisible to the right. You were the bouncer at the House of Veils for a spell and an enforcer for the Guild of Longshoremen. You were a smuggler, a Leviathan hunter, and you were briefly involved in the bounty trade – until they asked you to hunt down another deserter.

After, you served on a merchant vessel as a simple Mariner. Your skills allowed you to excel at boarding actions, and you had long since picked up gunnery. And at some point, the Captain offered you a promotion – and a seat at the table.

You accepted.