┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Silverdew                            │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Foundling                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       8 │      14 │      12 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 13 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Brawny     │ Speech: Booming         │ Age: 32  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Frumpy        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Oily           │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Chiseled       │ Vice: Vain              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you │
│ to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter   │
│ (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to    │
│ the Lord Of Winter.                                       │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year,   │
│ frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than │
│ expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found   │
│ in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost    │
│ looks like a map.                                         │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. You’ll never fit in, at least not where you’re at. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the results private for now.
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Who took you in?
A troupe of traveling entertainers. For a time, they were like family to you. One day you woke up and they were gone with no explanation. Take a Storybook, a Dagger (d6), and some burning questions.
What keeps away bad tidings?
Stink Jar Shattering this jar releases an odor so foul all nearby must make a STR save or immediately vomit. 1 use.
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Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)