Jack Barron

A halfling slouches before you. The cuts on his face tell storys of prior engagements, possibly battles or maby something elece you cannot be certin of. On the side of neck is imprinted the bars of justice a mark given to prisoners befor their exicution. An ace of spades can be seen tattooed on his right forearm. Perring into his calm blue eyes you can see that something must be troubling him.

Whait a second is he grinning at me?