Small time crook
Wyck Blackbrow is a nobody, at least so far as the great histories are concerned.
He spent his wee years drunk and destitute in Combe - or Bree's arsehole, as he sometimes calls it. His last coin soon spent, he took to the greenway and lived off odd jobs and forage. When his need was dire he went highwayman - and never really went back.
In the end there was a lot more gold and simple pleasures to be had in an unsheathed knife than a stablehand's pitchfork.
These days he is a hedonist of ill repute, but not necessarily completely devoid of morals or courtesies. Despite being little more than a local cutthroat he styles himself a gentleman villain of sorts, He takes great pride in making wine and meat flow freely when he comes into Town to spend his ill-gotten gains in another exorbitant spending spree for the ages.
Some local blumpkins while home, the wanderers while away
Warm hearth, frothy ale and mirthy music
those in Bree and elsewhere who sit on great wealth of money or power
The simple pleasures in life
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