A rumormonger fond of drink
A slender, middle-aged man with weather-beaten skin and a slightly balding pate who is also missing one of his canine teeth. His clothes are dusty from the road, and he slouches when pushing his two-wheeled cart. However, when in Tornen’s Tavern, he attempts to stand straight and look presentable… a task this fidgeting man can barely accomplish.
This lolly-tongued trader prefers to sell rumors for rounds, rather than his cheap goods for the coppers they would command. He wanders the roads of the Northern Marches, seeking travelers in need of basic foodstuffs and supplies, who might also have interesting stories.