You are known by the smell of molten metal and the jingle of tin. You are no mere merchant but an artisan of fire and metal.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Formal. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Serene and
Nervous.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 14
WIL: 17
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spyglass
Necklace (petty)
Scroll (Mirrorwalk) (petty)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Gold: 9
π Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. Youβve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What is your trade?
You sell rare and quality items to monasteries and nobles alike. Take a Spyglass, a Necklace (petty) worth 20gp, and a Scroll of Mirrorwalk (petty).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.