Anverth Kettlewhistle was born in the small town of High-Hill to the north-east of the Falwood from the unlikely pairing of a human monk taking his pilgrimage to Fal’Addas and one of the town’s halfling natives. The young Kettlewhistle grew up as somewhat of an outcast among his peers, substantially taller and bulkier than his fellow children and growing past the height of his teachers by his third year of schooling.

In his youth, Anverth was almost always hiding away in High-Hill’s insubstantial library when he wasn’t otherwise occupied. There he read countless books, enraptured by the stories they told. He resolved to one day leave his little hometown to find and tell of his own tales, and his first stop would be the rather foreboding fortress-city of Vel Anir to the west.

His life continued as these things always tend to, ostracized by his peers and longing for escape-- Right until the opportunity Anverth so desperately sought presented itself on an unremarkable summer evening. A passing caravan stopped near High-Hill enroute from the elven citadel of Fal’Addas, and the young quarterling stayed at their camps for hours, speaking to them of the world beyond the Falwood.

From that night, Anverth’s intentions were set. He would gather up his fiddle and what few other possessions he had, joining the caravan as they left for Vel Anir the following morning.