Kester was born in the soot-choked alleys of Oakhaven, far from the whimsical glades of the Feywild. While his kin were chasing butterflies and drinking dew, Kester was memorizing the city's tax codes to keep his mother from being evicted. He realized early on that the world isn't run by swords or spells, but by the ink that binds them. When a local merchant tried to cheat a low-level devil out of a soul-debt, Kester stepped in, pointed out the 'Force Majeure' clause in the fine print, and facilitated a peaceful—if soul-crushing—transaction. The devil was so impressed by the satyr’s clinical detachment that he offered Kester a position as a recovery agent for the Iron City of Dis.
Kester accepted on one condition: he gets a dental plan and a quiet office. Now, he travels the realms as a supernatural bailiff. He doesn't carry a sword; he carries a summons. He has stared down pit fiends and paladins alike, peering over his spectacles and calmly explaining why their current behavior constitutes a breach of contract. His defining moment came when he successfully 'repossessed' a legendary wizard’s tower because the archmage missed three consecutive payments on a 'bottomless' bag of holding. Watching the tower vanish into a puff of sulfurous smoke while Kester checked his pocket watch for punctuality remains the highlight of his career.