Fleck, now going on in years, claims he was once a great warrior – a claim that has been neither proved nor disproved. He claims he quit the adventuring life for several reasons – heart problems, weak knees, sour stomache – and now lives a fairly quiet life as an ‘acquisitions agent’ for the church, who pay him well. Regardless of his claims at past glories, one thing that is for certain is that Fleck has some skill at alchemy. Most of his creations have been middling successes, at best, but he has developed a recipe for miniature hand thrown grenade – a recipe he guards jealously.
Fleck also travels with two (unnamed) kobold companions, who, at some point, developed a gift for dissassembling just about anything they get their hands on. Except for periods of brief activity when Fleck sets them to a task, they sit dull-eyed and motionless, waiting for orders.