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Wregan
Wregan, Merchant Extraordinaire
| Name | Wregan |
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| Occupation | Travelling Merchant/Obtainer of rare antiquities |
| Age | Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Roving, though he owns a home in Bree-land |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | An average sized man, Wregan has a mustache, and if seen without his large hat, he keeps his hair tied into a small ponytail to avoid it falling into his face. He has a small scar on his chin, and is generally wearing clothes dyed Olive and carrying a large satchel, stuffed to the brim with goods and trinkets, sometimes peices of cloth, shields, and other items hang on the outside, as if there wasn't enough room within the bag itself. |
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Background
The son of a farmer, Wregan grew up tilling the soil until he one day simply disappeared. Tired of his life on a farm, he took a small handful of coin from his father's personal savings and has traded himself up to a small home in Bree. He now wanders the land, bartering, buying and selling. Wregan's main goal is to make sure his customers get what they want, and he's willing to get them to pay whatever it takes for them to recieve such goods.
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Currency, flowers, and strong conversation skills |
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| Hates | Cheapskates, excuses, and debt |
| Motivation | To bring the people together in a trade network so large, everyone would have what they need. |
| Quotes | "Wait, you there!" |
