Sterling

Personality
Sterling is a kind individual and he will show it through healing. When people come to him time after time it becomes bothersome because people will not take care of themselves after he assists them.

History
A washed up run smith that lives in the study above the forge. He is able to assist in temporary runes and healing small wounds.

He used to adventure but is more needed in the town now after being given a fright.

Likes and Dislikes

 * Likes: Runes, Fen, Bellini, books
 * His work being wasted

Quotes

 * The sound of unsteady paws making their way up the stairs confused Sterling, and he leaned over the railing. "Ohai Bellini! How's my pretty girl?" He stooped to heft hr up the last few stairs and was assaulted by a barrage of licks "Now how'd you end up here? Weren't you with...oh." He couldn't hide the flutter in his heart at the thought of Fen, but he was glad no one could see the mixed emotions on his face at that moment. He took a deep breath, and let Bellini down to explore her new home. He turned away from her while she found a comfy couch to rest upon and used a mirror to fix his hair. "I'll be right back, don't go eating any books." Once presentable he headed down the stairs forcing himself to not grin.
 * "Not affected? Interdasting..." Sterling climbed down and bowed to the new person. "Ah, Gillian, welcome to my...gnolls? Oh i read a book about them, non-fiction, really had a great plot. You see there were these clans...but that's not important." He cleared his throat and plucked at books, searching hard. "Where...is...I just saw...AH! here it is. Let's see, G,g,g,g, gn,gnolls. Yup, it says here: 'Highly intelligent, and even more territorial.'" He read on, skimming for anything useful. A flip of the page and a sip of the tea later he found something good. "A common greeting is the trading of weapons, offering your own in the left hand. So long as you respect their boundaries they should remain peaceful." Sterling slammed the large tome shut, waving at a cloud of dust. Wow, what a mouthful, he thought silently. "Now the elders want the shaman dead, but I'm going to ask you to do me a favor. See that crystal on the shelf?" Sterling pointed to the red object on display.