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Branian
Branian Woodfell
| Name | Branian |
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| Occupation | Caravaner and occasional supplier |
| Age | Early forties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Combe, though he often spends time in Bree |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Branian is a middle-aged man with grey eyes that glint brightly when he smiles. His skin has clearly seen the sun and wind of many years on the road. He has the odd scar and mark across his hands and face from his travels. He wears his shoulder-length hair loose and straight, often needing to push it back from his face. He is otherwise clean-shaven and careful about his appearance.
He can often be seen around Bree in a long brown coat and boots. His tailored appearance presents a man who cares about his looks, but doesn't feel the need to wear flashy clothes. Though he would rarely be found in a brawl, he still keeps a small woodman's axe at his side, or concealed under his coat for protection. This hand-axe appears very old and has a weathered handle with etchings carved into the wood.
Branian appears to be a man who is very comfortable in his skin, and carries himself with confidence. He can often be found enjoying some pipeweed when he is relaxing. |
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Background
Branian comes from a family with a long history of logging and woodworking expertise in Combe, but that life was never for him. He left home as soon as he was old enough to survive on his own, and he took up work in Bree.
As a boy he joined the merchant caravans passing through Breeland as a runner, but he slowly learned how to use a sword to protect cargo and became a guard when he was older. As his interest in the caravans grew, he learned more about trading and made it his goal to oversee his own trade routes.
Now that he is older and has more experience, he has built a business out of moving cargo and valuables safely through the wilds. He sometimes sources goods and acts as a merchant, but his priority is on moving goods to their intended destination. He insists his days of carrying a sword and roaring encouragement to his men are over, so he often hires guards to protect his clients' goods.
Branian has returned to Combe but spends most of his time in Bree looking for new work. He can be found mostly in the Prancing Pony and enjoys settling deals over a pint. He is a confident man who can be quiet when it suits him, but enjoys good company.
Though he doesn't discuss her often with strangers, he has been enquiring more as of late about his old travel companion, Sehmarra. He is keen to locate her, and has heard reports of someone fitting her description in Bree, but has yet to find her.
| Friends | None |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Travel, pipeweed, fireside conversations, well-tended earth, and the open road with good company. |
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| Hates | Impotent bravado, cruelty, and losing goods to highwaymen. |
| Motivation | His main focus is on his caravans but he is also trying to find Marrah. |
| Quotes | "The best trade is when both sides find themselves a little richer for it." |
