Thadrun the Smith
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Like clockwork, several days of the week (after he finishes his work at the Garrison), Thadrun can be seen making his way to every shop in town that sells magical equipment in order to help examine (and log in his own private, ever present journal) any new acquisitions. Any shopkeep that was initially hesitant to allow this stranger access to their expensive items were soon worn down by his relentless interest, not to mention his straightforward good nature and trustworthiness.
Thad doesn't make promises, and no one asks him to: his word binds him as strong as anything he's constructed in his forge.
Among his other interests, Thad can always be counted on to bring his traditional dwarven "Sheetrock Casserole" to any party in town, and can similarly be expected to leave the cast-iron dish that he brought it in; rather than ask for it back, though, he simply makes a new one, so now nearly every baker or party-thrower in Sandpoint has one of his "Thad-iron" dishes.
He can also be seen talking with the various "intellectuals" in town about magic, history, the weather, anything that anyone is willing to discuss.
In appearance, Thad has bronze-colored skin and fiery red hair and beard, prematurely streaked with white. He is slim for a dwarf, completely sans-armor, choosing instead to wear tough-but-comfortable canvas clothing in various shades of gray and red. More often than not, he is still wearing his smith's apron any time he can be seen around town, likely simply because he forgot he was wearing it.
Schedule of Availability:
All times are approximate and converted from Central Standard Time/GMT -6
- Monday: 8AM - 7PM
- Tuesday: 8AM - 9:30PM
- Wednesday: 8AM - 7PM
- Thursday: 8AM - 9:30PM
- Friday: 8AM - 7PM every other Friday
- Saturday: 8AM - 7PM every other Saturday
- Sunday: varies, not really reliable on Sundays
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The two women in Thad's life are his wife, Emmaralee, a carpenter with skill enough to rival her Guildmaster father, and their dog, Dunfreda.