Finn Gavalan

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Finn is a druid dwarf

Finn is a dwarf standing about 130 cm tall and built as bulky as you'd expect. He has a long, auburn full beard, short hair of the same color and brown eyes. His ears both have a handful of piercings and a few cuts mark his face - the one above his left most notably. He is often clad in fur line leather or padded armor that seem to mimic the red, yellow and brown colors of autumn.

Finn is a apt con artist, and as a con artist he's a bit of a jack of all trades. Well, sometimes it's a king, queen or an ace - he stacks them in his sleeves as needed along with the weighted dice and supplies of 'Puffcap' - a bulbous mushroom, that when squeezed, will generate quite the local dust cloud. Not all people know how to take a loss equally well.

Being a druid Finn has quite the knowledge about nature, and the more devious usage of plants is of special interest to him. Poisons to blind, confuse, intoxicate are more often than not carried on his person, while potions that fortify the likes of courage and ambition may also often be just the right thing to have when trying to talk someone into taking their worst business decision of their life.

Being a dwarf Finn is relatively hardy, and more than one jarl have already tried to execute Finn. A small vial to feign death hidden in one of his molars has played its part in couple of cases, but without his tough constitution the more sceptical lords may have been succesful even for that. Finn also wields clubs, maces and axes quite competently when the need arises.

However even if he's playing himself off low key, the magic of nature still courses through his veins, and having plant growths help trip and entangle his pursuers, sudden sandstorms blind them and squishy earth beneath them bury them to the necks cannot be played off as simple tricks.

On the outside Finn is friendly, even charming, but you don't have to know him for very long to find he is also distinctly self-serving. A free drink from someone he trusts will however open him up a bit more, yet he regards most people with a fair amount of scepticism, as if he expects them to try to con him as he does to strangers himself. But to Finn trust cannot be bought, it's earned. Walk a few miles with Finn and there may be even more to this dwarf.