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 Statuesque Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Booming. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 23.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 5
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spyglass
Necklace (petty)
Scroll (Mirrorwalk) (petty)
Fireworks (2 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 12
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 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?
Fireworks: A dazzling albeit dangerous display. Enough explosive material to blow off a finger or three. 2 uses remain.