Curse of the Crimson Throne
Some lessons are learned the hard way, like don’t disobey your mercenary commander while still far away from home. Then you end up in a foreign land with no coin, no way to get home. Being a dwarf in Korvosa made it hard to find work. Luckily the dwarven reputation for metal work allowed for some jobs here and there. Unfortunately, his work was never compensated as much as it should have been & his employers often took full credit for his craftsmanship. Bofur found himself routinely on the short side of unfair fights. Bofur decided that if he was unable to find steady work & routinely get beaten up, he might as well be in prison where he would get fed regularly. So he picked a fight with a powerful member of the Korvosan guard, in a nice public place. When the guard was finally helped off the ground by fellow guards Bofur was kneeling waiting to be handcuffed and then pleaded guilty stating that he thought the guard was the same person who picked a fight with him at Eel’s end. Luckily in prison, he found a few friends. It felt like a small company of his own, in fact it made him realize that maybe he should have started with that Idea instead of the relaxing prison sentence idea.