#gasthael

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Myths Of The Hunted Few: GASTHAEL, The Merchant

“This particular charm is quite powerful! Indeed, it is much too powerful for you! It kills anyone who wears it. HA HA HA!”

-Gasthael, Peddler of Smolder

Gasthael is surely a strange character. He showed up in the small frontier town of Smolder one day, claimed a home for himself, and has been selling goods and wares to travellers and hunters ever since.

No person has ever dared ask him of his origin, as his deathly cool demeanor can suddenly be replaced by hysterical mania, bursting out laughing at his own jokes, while any jest from patrons goes by unnoticed. 

Whispers in the receding corners of the local tavern say that he may dabble in darker arts, like those of the Wealdfolk, but as his presence brings Smolder protection through the Hunters that pass through, he is tolerated for the time being.

His gait and the way he carries himself is disturbingly animated for a man his age, almost like a slithering snake. People describe a social conversation with him as being trapped in a room with a particularly grotesque insect that one does not want to approach. His aloofness is almost frustratingly disorienting.

Still, it cannot be said he is a charlatan. His knowledge of the land is expansive, in a way that almost beggars belief. The question of how he obtained it comes to mind, as he never once leaves his house, except for rare occasions where he heads down to the public house to harass the barkeep over a bet they shared.