Caravaner and occasional supplier
|Residence||Combe, though he often spends time in Bree|
Branian comes from a family with a long history of logging and woodworking expertise in Combe, but that life was never for him. He left home as soon as he was old enough to survive on his own, and he took up work in Bree.
As a boy he joined the merchant caravans passing through Breeland as a runner, but he slowly learned how to use a sword to protect cargo and became a guard when he was older. As his interest in the caravans grew, he learned more about trading and made it his goal to oversee his own trade routes.
Now that he is older and has more experience, he has built a business out of moving cargo and valuables safely through the wilds. He sometimes sources goods and acts as a merchant, but his priority is on moving goods to their intended destination. He insists his days of carrying a sword and roaring encouragement to his men are over, so he often hires guards to protect his clients' goods.
Branian has returned to Combe but spends most of his time in Bree looking for new work. He can be found mostly in the Prancing Pony and enjoys settling deals over a pint. He is a confident man who can be quiet when it suits him, but enjoys good company.
Though he doesn't discuss her often with strangers, he has been enquiring more as of late about his old travel companion, Sehmarra. He is keen to locate her, and has heard reports of someone fitting her description in Bree, but has yet to find her.
Travel, pipeweed, fireside conversations, well-tended earth, and the open road with good company.
Impotent bravado, cruelty, and losing goods to highwaymen.
His main focus is on his caravans but he is also trying to find Marrah.
"The best trade is when both sides find themselves a little richer for it."
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