Ira Burstan
Within the gargantuan walls of the city of Cartomfe, most children would say that they dreamt of knighthood or the aristocracy or adventure, anything more thrilling than the mundane pursuits which consume the lives of the average commoner. Ira Burstan was one of the select few who carried the pragmatic gene which would shape his youth well into adulthood. For as long as he could remember, Ira wanted nothing more than to own and serve as innkeeper at the Bear and Tusk Inn along Cartomfe’s main thoroughfare.
Ira considered himself blessed to not have been born into a farming family. The ceaseless toil of the soil held no appeal to the aspiring businessman. The hustle and bustle of an ever-changing landscape of patrons did. Fortunately for Ira, he had a knack for acquiring knowledge which could facilitate the dream of reigning over his mercantile kingdom.
A local high priestess fancied a particular style of carnal activity for which Ira had served as messenger, carrying a number of explicit and blasphemous missives which the visionary young man had the foresight to duplicate. A few well placed words and a singular example of the evidence some years later afforded Ira the necessary leverage to reach for his goals.
For a number of years now, the wily innkeeper maintained a delicate balance between the high priestess whom he had blackmailed to gain possession of the Bear and Tusk and the activities within the turbulent city which threatened to boil over into rebellion. Ira Burstan was in the thick of civilized evolution, and he would have it no other way. The question remained, how long would his luck continue to hold?
“I have the favor of the goddess, and I can spot the troublemakers blocks away.” –Ira Burstan