┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Elara                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Kettlewright                         │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       5 │      13 │       7 │ HP:  1 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  7 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Squeaky         │ Age: 29  │
│ Skin: Weathered      │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wavy           │ Virtue: Ambitious       │          │
│ Face: Sharp          │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig   │
│ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig    │
│ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It  │
│ smells faintly of sulfur.                                 │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods in droves,   │
│ destroying any wooden structures they come across. The    │
│ sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass     │
│ overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.                 │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
You are known by the smell of molten metal and the jingle of tin. You are not a mere merchant, but an artisan of fire and metal.
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What is your trade?
When your family lost everything, you took the Oath to avoid becoming a burden. Take extra Rations (3 uses) and a brace of Throwing Knives (d6).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Poacher’s Woe Strongly-scented arrows (3 uses). The scent is powerful enough to track with ease.
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Pincers, Roll of tin, Tent (fits 2), Hammer (d6)