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Grunli
Grunli
| Name | Grunli |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Tinker, Scribe, Treasure Hunter |
| Age | Getting on |
| Race | Dwarf |
|---|---|
| Residence | He holds chambers in one or two of the dwarven holds |
| Kinship | Veinbolt's Company |
| Outward Appearance | A long and rugged road has been beaten by his sturdy feet. Many a word and map have been scribed by his strong fingers, and many times has his sword been gripped in dark places in the quietest of ways.
By his beaten clothes and collection of trinkets, this dwarf is most likely of the travelling kind. His eyes tell of a wandering folk, once more glorious by a hundred-fold, yet his voice is humbled by age, and sometimes hushed by a gathered crowd tough not due to shyness, for he is a seasoned keeper, and breaker of secrets.
On closer inspection, blotches of ink linger at the cuff of his sleeves. At his belt hangs a robust knife beside an extravagantly embossed sheath, which is in turn home to a sword of old dwarven steel. The thrice stitched pack at his back holds many trinkets and tools, salves and compounds for his travels and his furtive trade. |
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Background
A secretive and at the same time, humble, and friendly traveller. Once in service in adventuring companies in search of treasure and near forgotten vaults, he learned much and put his skills into reversing the secrets he broke. Moon writing and seamless doors became his profession, and his overly suspicious mind became a boon in cases of intrigue and plots.
| Friends | We don't go around, naming names |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Some |
| Rivals/Enemies | If any were made, they themselves might not even know it |
| Loves | Secret places, quiet places, but also the clamour of inns after tramping aong the road or through town |
|---|---|
| Hates | Rude people |
| Motivation | To perhaps, one day, have a quiet place to call his own one day, after his days of wandering |
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