The Teblar kingdom is an impressive feat of imperialism, it's influence stretching from the northern half of Ganbura to even some of the islands orbiting the continent. The capital, the origin of Teblar, sits at a peninsula where the sparkling city is greeted with a constant flow of overseas trade. However, where there comes trade ships, come those willing to feed off the riches of a thriving nation.
Among these seafaring thieves was a young man trying to make his way in the world, lending his skills to any crew willing to hire him. Wallace Bryne, once part of an infamous pirate gang, but left when he felt he wasn't getting a fair share of the plunder. With his pirate days behind him, Wallace became a self employed spy and assassin. Not only is Wallace a mecenary, but a very skilled pick pocket and a con artist. Wallace has a habit of joining guilds under false identities to loot them and escape the law with his incredible acrobatics and ninja-like gear.
Wallace has spent a good majority of his life in the archipelago near the continent of Korozu. Korozu is the land of the magical inclined elves which has seen more and more human interaction in the past few hundred years. Wallace grew up at one of these human settlements and it was where his old pirate crew was based. Rarely did Wallace ever see Ganbura till now that he was on his own that he was gonna profit off one of the richest nations in the world. As the trade ship Wallace had snuck aboard approached the Teblar harbor, he began planning his next coarse of action.
When he overheard talk of the ship docking shortly, Wallace he knew had to start planning his escape (if only the he could've pay his way on board, but the captain refused, resorting to Wallace having to sneak his way in and remain in the shadows for the next week and a half). He thought about disguising himself as a crew member, but wonder how many people would've felt for it. He'd have to keep a low profile and avoid confrontation in a small conformed space for at least 10 days. That was all behind him now and the time to scheme was getting more risky by the minute.
Wallace needed to make his getaway soon, so he carefully climbed up (his head practically on a swivel) from the lower deck to open a window and catch a glimpse of his new surroundings. He bided most of his time in the lower deck where the goods are stored, rarely sneaking to the upper levels unless necessary. Upon inspection, the ship was really close like less than thirty meters away from the dock. Wallace hastily, but quietly, cracked open the closest window just enough to slowly squeeze his small and slim figure through, feet first. When his entire body had made it through the tiny opening, he released his grip on the frame and dropped into the cool ocean below (hopefully undetected). After a short swim to nearest dock away from the boat he had came from, Wallace monkeyed his way up onto dry land. He had finally made it to Teblar.