Fennwick the Fidget
MystaransDivination Tool Merchant
"I have seventeen types of scrying crystals, nine varieties of prophecy cards, and absolutely no idea where I put any of them!""
Identity
- Residence
- The Shifting Markets of Misthaven
- Civilization
- Mystarans
Appearance
• Physical: Fennwick is constantly in motion—bouncing on his heels, adjusting his clothing, rearranging items. He's thin and energetic, with quick hands that are always touching something. His eyes dart around constantly, taking in everything. • Clothing: He wears a coat with dozens of pockets containing various divination tools. His clothing is mismatched and colorful, as if he couldn't decide on a single style. • Distinguishing Marks: His fingers are stained with various inks and oils from handling divination materials. He wears a different divination tool as a necklace each day.
Relationships
- Family - Estranged from his family who wanted him to be a proper seer; maintains a polite but distant relationship
- Allies - His loyal customers; a network of tool craftsmen who supply him; his shop cat that keeps him company
- Rivals - More organized merchants who think his chaos is bad for business; counterfeit tool sellers
Personality
- Traits: Hyperactive, genuinely knowledgeable, terrible at reading social cues, surprisingly honest for a merchant
- Mannerisms: Finishes other people's sentences (usually incorrectly), taps rhythms on any available surface, rearranges his shop constantly
- Voice: Rapid-fire and enthusiastic, with a tendency to go on tangents about the history of whatever he's selling
Backstory
Fennwick was born with an excess of nervous energy that made traditional seer training impossible—he couldn't sit still long enough to receive visions. He discovered he had a talent for identifying and authenticating divination tools, and built a successful business selling to seers who needed reliable equipment. His shop is famous for having the best selection and the most chaotic organization.
Daily Life
He runs his shop from dawn until he collapses from exhaustion, constantly acquiring new inventory, researching tools' histories, and helping customers find what they need. His evenings are spent cataloging (and reorganizing) his collection. He sleeps poorly and dreams of having a normal attention span.
Secret
Fennwick has accidentally created a new type of divination tool through his constant experimentation, but he doesn't understand how it works and is afraid to sell it or tell anyone.
Story Hooks
- 1 Fennwick has acquired a cursed divination tool and needs help disposing of it safely
- 2 He needs rare materials from a dangerous location to complete his experimental tool and offers the party a share of the profits
Narrative Value
Fennwick provides comic relief while serving as a source of divination equipment and information. His chaos and hidden genius create opportunities for unexpected discoveries and quests. ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════