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Name: Thistle Brambledew
Species: Hedgehog
Age: 68
Gender: Male
Occupation: Traveling Salesbeast / Fortune Teller / Herbalist
Appearance
A hunched and wiry old hedgehog, Thistle Brambledew looks like he was steeped too long in shadow. His once-rich fur has faded into shades of ash and soot, with sparse patches of silver that glint like cobwebs in lantern light. His paws are bony and birdlike, fingers gnarled from years of grinding roots and scrawling symbols in dirt and dust. His quills, dulled with age and tangled in places, have been tied with bits of dried chamomile, weathered feathers, and string, each one a charm, or perhaps a warning.
Thistle is rarely seen without his long, tattered cloak, which whispers behind him like brittle leaves. A bone spoon dangles from his belt, worn smooth from use. He reeks faintly of smoke, loam, and fennel, and is often found puffing on a twisted, hand-rolled cigarette made from herbs of questionable origin. His eyes are dark and unreadable, but glimmer with a peculiar mirth, like he knows the end of your story already.
Personality
Coldly efficient and unsettlingly calm, Thistle speaks with calculated softness and a voice like creaking wood. He is always watching. Always listening. Never hurried. His mannerisms flirt with the occult, and while many dismiss him as a simple peddler of roots and rhymes, just as many lock their doors when he arrives. Whether fraud or fiend, he plays his part well.
Inventory and Real Estate
Bone spoon (belted)
Pouches of dried herbs and powders
Glass vials filled with brightly dyed tinctures
Smoky hand-rolled cigarettes
A black, creaking cart pulled by a cloaked porter
Reputation of misfortune trailing behind him
Skills
Physical
None
Mental
Observational (Proficient) (3)
Manipulator (Trained) (2)
Herbalist (Trained) (2)
Social
Peddler (Proficient) (3)
Mysterious (Trained) (2)
Species: Hedgehog
Age: 68
Gender: Male
Occupation: Traveling Salesbeast / Fortune Teller / Herbalist
Appearance
A hunched and wiry old hedgehog, Thistle Brambledew looks like he was steeped too long in shadow. His once-rich fur has faded into shades of ash and soot, with sparse patches of silver that glint like cobwebs in lantern light. His paws are bony and birdlike, fingers gnarled from years of grinding roots and scrawling symbols in dirt and dust. His quills, dulled with age and tangled in places, have been tied with bits of dried chamomile, weathered feathers, and string, each one a charm, or perhaps a warning.
Thistle is rarely seen without his long, tattered cloak, which whispers behind him like brittle leaves. A bone spoon dangles from his belt, worn smooth from use. He reeks faintly of smoke, loam, and fennel, and is often found puffing on a twisted, hand-rolled cigarette made from herbs of questionable origin. His eyes are dark and unreadable, but glimmer with a peculiar mirth, like he knows the end of your story already.
Personality
Coldly efficient and unsettlingly calm, Thistle speaks with calculated softness and a voice like creaking wood. He is always watching. Always listening. Never hurried. His mannerisms flirt with the occult, and while many dismiss him as a simple peddler of roots and rhymes, just as many lock their doors when he arrives. Whether fraud or fiend, he plays his part well.
Inventory and Real Estate
Bone spoon (belted)
Pouches of dried herbs and powders
Glass vials filled with brightly dyed tinctures
Smoky hand-rolled cigarettes
A black, creaking cart pulled by a cloaked porter
Reputation of misfortune trailing behind him
Skills
Physical
None
Mental
Observational (Proficient) (3)
Manipulator (Trained) (2)
Herbalist (Trained) (2)
Social
Peddler (Proficient) (3)
Mysterious (Trained) (2)
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