Raised on the streets by one of the local gangs, little halfling Jem was too small to take part in any of the frequent gangwars, a fact which probably saved her life when the rest of her gang was decimated in one particularly bloody riot. Eeking out enough food to survive from wherever she could find it, she mysteriously always found enough to stave off starvation lying on the steps of an old wizard's house every night. Through his windows she learned by mimicry how to cast simple illusions, a skill she found useful in her new profession as a catburglar. Nobody can shimmy up a drainpipe to an open 3rd story window like Jem can!