The Grey Veil
Sticks was bored and thought enlisting in a warband of the 3rd Thorn would be exciting. He was the right kind of recruit, the scary kind they wanted. On his first outing the patrol he was sent on somehow everyone else was killed by a creature while he was on an over night recon. He couldn’t rightly return to explain what happended until he knew what went on that bloody night. They always blame the new guy you know.
It was not luck. Asking help from the only other creature that gets more looks than you is sometimes the best choice. Vrotha not only helped figured out how to get back at who was trying to get him killed but his body guard took that frying pan right in the face that was meant for him.