Race: Forest Gnome
Age: 122
Occupation: Talisman-maker, storyteller, amateur curse-breaker
Usual Haunt: By the town well or under the shade of the public notice board
Appearance: Cadrin is hunched with age but lively in the eyes, dressed in a moss-colored cloak pinned with dozens of jangling charms and carved wooden symbols. His beard is braided with feathers and old coinage. He moves with a limp and uses a twisted walking stick covered in etched runes.
Personality: Jocular, cryptic, and oddly soothing, Cadrin speaks in riddles and riddled proverbs. He rarely asks for coin; instead, he trades his charms for stories, small favors, or strange items with "history in the bones."
Background: A long-traveled hedge mystic and roadside witch-doctor of sorts, Cadrin once walked with druids of the Wealdath before they were scattered. He now wanders the borderlands offering minor protections to folk too poor or proud for priests. Some believe he is much older than he lets on.
Reputation in Mosstone: Locals treat him with wary fondness. Some say his charms work, others say they attract foxes. Moira lets him stay for free so long as he doesn’t hex the guests.
Hook: One of his charms – a carved stone sunburst with a crack in it – reacts violently near blight-infected soil. Cadrin insists it “talks back” at night. He’s trying to figure out who he made it for originally.