<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/25/ac/2f25ac375618d084ecc5fa610718ff33.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Gerard Leanbo (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2496879)</span><br/><sub>(Pronounced Lee-ann-bow)</sub></div><hr/><br/>In this world of rubber it's fair to say most people have a way of bouncing back from hardships, indeed this is a story of such. Gerard was a wayward youth, getting into trouble, stealing and generally being a nuisance. It's no wonder he ended up with a band of smugglers that ran whatever they could, and boy does he have his fair share of stories. The one he does recount the most was when they dragged a wale carcass behind their ship, stuffed to the eyes with dwarven spirits, only to have it bloat and explode upon arrival at dock...forcing them to make a hasty retreat.<br/><br/>It's no wonder though from his life at sea that eventually the gods would through him something they could not handle. A storm bared down upon them that tore their little ship asunder and cast the rope runner into the rubbery sea. Gerard thought he was dead, and indeed he felt like he was. Imagine his surprise when he awoke on a cot in the middle of a monistary. He had drifted ashore on some remote Island, fatigue...Malnourishment and sickness racked his body. The Monks their nursed him back to health...and eventually took him in and trained him how to fight...they showed him their ways.