Found in a ditch as a child by a tribe of wandering minstrels with only a beard and a burlap sack to his name. As this was during the height of the great minstrel culls Keith spent most of his formative years with his adoptive family avoiding the government kill squads that were prevalent at that time.
After the passing of the minstrel preservation act and lacking any musical talent he struck out into the world to find his fortune, and a more comfortable burlap sack.
Accredited 8th level Dan master of talking toot.
Not being on fire.