Dorn the Antiquarian
You see a finely dressed merchant standing amidst an antiques shop. The shelves and tables are filled with a vast, yet well ordered, collection of antiques and oddities.
“Hail, I am Dorn the
Antiquarian, broker of fine vintage goods and curios. You may wonder why someone
would surround themselves with expensive trinkets and gewgaws. What you may not
yet have noticed is how much the possessions that we surround ourselves with
reflect the core of our nature and persona. I have learned how to appraise and
best utilize enchantments such as the Know Past spells, Psychometry and Identify
to read people through their possessions. No item holds its secrets from me for
long.
“Although I died in the gods forsaken, backwater boot camp called Crossroads, I
was a man of culture, a student of fineries. I missed the hubbub of the
townships. The only time Crossroads was exciting was with the discovery of not
just one relic, but four, four Arcani. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to study them
much before they vanished with that Bane Insanity. Hopefully, if you find any
antiques, relics or artifacts you’ll have the good sense to bring them to me
first. I will offer my skills to reveal the truth of one of your found items,
but don’t bother bringing me woodland treasures like Narzynn Vodka Shots, or
Leprechaun Pantaloons. They are not my area of interest. I specialize strictly
in personal items of full-sized humanoids, not mass-produced fay trinkets.
“I’d also appreciate any information you might have about any old ruins. Ruins
were the reason I came to the Crossroads mudhole. I was hoping Wolf and his
Irregulars would clear out the ruins there so that I could study them and to
search them for artifacts. Of course, when I tried, all I received for my
efforts was a poisoned spear in the back. Please thank Mataar and Moon Bear for
transporting me to this graveyard. I am excited to explore this region! Please
visit me when you find an item of interest.