One story sticks out in my mind, really. James was staying in a temple for a week -- I don't think that I ever said why. His entire time there, he just got more and more pissed off by the place. He woke up one morning and it hit him. The temple was making holy symbols for priests, other temples, the whole shebang. Just pumping them out. So he gets himself all trussed up for battle, beats the living tar out of all of the priests present, and sets about desecrating the entire temple. Every holy symbol there was smashed, destroyed, etc. He also mentioned that some the stains he made sure to leave on the floor wouldn't come out easy. In the end, though, he let one symbol go unscathed. It wasn't even made by a priest, just a local village boy who made it out of clay. Ugly thing, terrible. But he hung that up behind the alter. He considered it disgusting that these people were just making holy symbols, all similar, uniform. He thought that no god would want that -- the boy's efforts caused the boy pride, and the boy hoped that the god would be pleased with his efforts. "If you aren't going to take pride in something that you make, no god worth his salt will like it either."
Another one is that there was a village that held an item that they needed. The village elder refused to hand it over. Kay, fine. He and his party leave, wait a week, then he cons one into summoning a huge storm into the area. A few days pass, and they come back in and help with the rebuild and give out gold to people who lost everything. He added a wry comment about how people always are more generous when they think that you're a hero.
Both of these were much more interesting in the full form, I promise.
That's WHY I chose the name, actually. It's bland, unheroic, not overly worthy of note. Ironic that somebody who can cause people to drop small fortunes has such a humble name, don't you think?