Nobody would have labelled Jackson Korby as a hero . Nor would they have labelled him a villain. He was just an average twenty-something man trying to get by in the world. Like many orphans, he had been turned out of the orphanage as soon as he could take care of himself, and had been getting by on his own ever since.
Jackson had learned a wide variety of skills from the people he met on the road (and in taverns) across Rainos. Bakers liked to talk about the proper way to knead dough; blacksmiths could prattle on about the perfect technique for tempering steel; and sellswords would show him the correct way to swing a blade or thrust a spear. People in taverns were always keen to talk about their own expertise.
The most important thing Jackson had learned from all of the people he had met in his life, was that some people have a purpose. Bakers baked, fletchers fletched and coopers... did something wwith barrels maybe. He wasnít sure about that last one, but the main thing was, some people had a purpose.
Jackson had still not found his purpose. Maybe he didnít have one. If he did, he was in no rush to find it, he was happy to just Ďkeep on keeping oní.
You can't go on an adventure without taking a few things with you...
Jackson and his stick. Not the most heroic of weapons, but after all, his story is only just beginning.