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Hethuon
Hethuon
| Name | Hethuon |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Blacksmith |
| Age | Young by appearance |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree-town |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | He stands tall and stalwart. He is grey-eyed, with long black hair which runs to his shoulders. At certain angles, he appears rather lordly in appearance: Wise and powerful. |
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Background
Many stories circulate around Hethuon. Most in Bree-land know he is, at least, not from Bree. He is too well-spoken. Beyond that, little is known about his origin, though a few speculate he is related to Westernesse's folk.
Twenty years ago, he wandered up the Greenway. Through discipline and hard work, he has made an honest living as a blacksmith. Each night, he enjoys a stout ale and a good stew at the Prancing Pony.
Oddity persists, though. On occasion, he will vanish for long days, only to return like nothing happened. Hethuon does not often say where he goes. Rather, he seems to enjoy the outlandish stories Bree-landers make abou him.
| Friends | All members of the free-peoples |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None known |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies of the free-peoples |
| Loves | Stories, song, food, drink, and good company. |
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| Hates | Servants of the enemy |
| Motivation | He wishes all folk he encounters to have agency and feel empowered. |
| Quotes | "Elros -chose. Earandil -chose. You must choose as well." |
