┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Lorenz                               │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Kettlewright                         │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       9 │       9 │      10 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Athletic   │ Speech: Stuttering      │ Age: 25  │
│ Skin: Webbed         │ Clothing: Frayed        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wavy           │ Virtue: Serene          │          │
│ Face: Rat-Like       │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with    │
│ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving   │
│ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.   │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ The constellations have slowly started shifting in the    │
│ night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have          │
│ stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem     │
│ disturbed.                                                │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Pullstones Two jet-black stones. When separated, the stones will always roll in the direction of the other.
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Pincers, Roll of tin, Tent (fits 2), Hammer (d6)
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