Jaksa isn't sure if his memories before Daggerford are a creation of his mind to hide something more terrible or actually happened.  He remembered his nameday and dark brown hair so deep it looked black yet now it was stark white as if an older man.  The Morninglord wouldn't have done anything to him would he have?  No he hadn't forsaken those vows. Regardless he remembered waking on a hill with wagon tracks leading away from where he was.  He followed them, what he eventually found out was north, to Waterdeep.  There he was so haunted by his time before then he bartered his way onto a ship sailing all the way to Calimshan.

It was there that he lived, bartered his skills and learned more of who and what he was while taking on many aspects of his adopted homeland.  While he disagreed with slavery in truth it was little different from where he was born.  He was no revolutionary there so he wasn't about to become one here where he was already perceived as a barbarian.  The thin line between useful magic user and enslaved one was a very short trip.  With no family to back him up he sighed and got to work learning more about himself and where he thought he was actually from...but continually came up with nothing.  It was only when he heard rumors of ancient ruins that might hold answers that he planned for his eventual departure from his second home.

Tethyr, Amn, Western Heartlands before heading east through Cormyr and into the Dalelands...all before coming back south to Sembia on a rumor passed from the lips of Akiria...a nymph who he managed to get close to.  Even if it ended up with him wrapped in a spider's web and almost eaten he didn't begrudge her the suggestion as he had been looking for more information.  She was singularly beautiful and well worth the intimacy she bestowed on him when he spent time with her.