Born into a family of Dock Ward smugglers, Lucan was never the agile, sharp-witted thief his kin wanted. Awkward on his feet and slow to catch on, he couldn't pick a lock or slip a pocket to save his life. Instead, he survived the gutters running a cheap corner three-shell game, relying entirely on sharp situational awareness and a silver tongue that could talk a hangman out of the noose. Or at least, he thought he could.

Lucan finally pushed his luck too far when he conned the wrong mark, landing himself dead in the crosshairs of Maas, a relentless VeMico handler. Terrified and desperate to dodge the handler’s grip, Lucan fled to a local temple of Marluin, the halfling god of luck—himself a legendary con man who once swindled the wrong mark.

Hiding among the altars, Lucan’s luck took a strange turn; he found a genuine spark of the divine, realizing the god of tricksters might actually have a path for a flawed halfling like him. Clad in the blue raiment of the Shepherd with a shortsword at his hip, Lucan learned to impersonate a legitimate cleric of Marluin perfectly.