From an early age Pequin considered life to be a trial. It wasn’t because he had a particularly hard life. His father was a sailor and spent most of his time traversing the oceans, trying to survive the conditions, and more recently the pirates. Pequin’s mother was a baker and she left early each morning in her work clothes, leaving the scent of flour and usually some muffins for the family. As the oldest of four siblings, Pequin had been a surrogate parent. His younger brother Felrin had been a particularly trying child. And yet the sacrifices young Pequin made were in many ways the most rewarding.
Pequin had a natural intelligence and eagerness to learn that even his father had recognized, although in truth the man didn’t really understand. So Pequin had had a tutor three days a week, at great expense. But those days had been the best days. By the time he was thirteen, Pequin had an aspiration. He wanted to be a priest of Ilmater, and help many people. His family were long time worshipers of the suffering god. When times were bad they prayed for help and the priests at the temple in Waterdeep were always good to them. Pequin saw the way the suffering people reacted to the aid they received. Their faces relaxed, smiles broke out like the sun and tears of joy came often.
Pequin was taken as an acolyte when he was fifteen. He spent most of his early years cleaning, helping in the hospital ward and learning the holy teachings of Ilmater. His faith grew. His first divine experience had come while working in the hospital. A small woman had cut herself badly and the other healers were away helping with a wagon accident. Pequin knew the woman was going to bleed to death and so he prayed for help. And Ilmater had answered. The magic had surged through his body, radiating warmth and healing into the woman’s wound. She had been saved. And her face had regarded Pequin with admiration and thanks.
And so his years had become ones of joy and sadness and hard work. He loved learning about Ilmater. But a darkness grew inside him with the arrival of the new temple leader. Something was… off about him. He was secretive. He didn’t conduct worship. William had assured him that everything was fine. But the doubt lingered. The temple’s refusal to let the homeless inside at night had finally convinced him that something was very wrong. It was not in line with Ilmater’s teachings, no matter how Belfor and William defended the decision. So, with much trepidation, Pequin sent a letter to the temple in Calimshan, asking for guidance. Now he waited to see what would happen.