┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Elara                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Kettlewright                         │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      11 │       9 │       7 │ HP:  2 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 12 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Towering   │ Speech: Stuttering      │ Age: 46  │
│ Skin: Scarred        │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Bald           │ Virtue: Disciplined     │          │
│ Face: Bony           │ Vice: Lazy              │          │
├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and      │
│ unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due   │
│ to an unsettling howl that emanates from The Woods each   │
│ full moon.                                                │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Noble-born, you joined to escape family trouble. Take a Goosefelt Tarp (fits two) that you stole before leaving home.
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)
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