Tigni Jusmert
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 12
- Dexterity
- 13
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 13
- Wisdom
- 9
FactionNeutrals
Starting equipment
- "You charge a fortune for your food and what do we get? Moldy bread and rotten vegetables!"
- "Fear Erastil, Tigni! Your profit is someone's grief!"
- Tigni Jusmert
- Tigni shrinks, but, taking a look at his guards, he swallows and answers you boldly. "W-w-with all due respect
- Tigni averts his eyes in silence. Finally, he sighs. "Very well. I will lower my prices. You think I'm some co
- The trader, a stout man in a shabby jacket, greasy pants, and a tattered beret, seems bored. He raises an eyeb
- "Uhhh... T-thanks, Your Grace! Both to you, and to your, uh, much respected god!"
- "That rabble?" Tigni looks over the peasants and sniffs. "Those beggars can say whatever they want! They may w
- "Haven't you heard? The Stag Lord, baron! He's alive! One day he just comes back with his band, takes the brid
- "Welcome to the traveling shop of Tigni Jusmert. The best goods this side of the canyon, sir." Tigni looks aro
- "Welcome back, sir! How can I help you today?"
- "You don't say." Tigni gives a long sigh. "It used to be a perfect spot until you brought the Stag Lord to hee
- Tigni's face turns dark red. "You have what you hold! Do you know of the River Freedoms, baron? The one of the
- Tigni shrinks, ducks his head and backs away. "F-f-forgive me, Your Grace! M-my sincere apologies!" He catches
- "WHAT?!" Tigni gasps. "But... but...! Damn it all!" Realizing his protests are for naught, he pulls out his pu
- "I won't, Your Grace! I wouldn't think of causing any trouble. Here's your share... I'm sorry, I meant to say,
- The trader gives a generous smile. "I always felt this barony was kind to us, the simple traders. Good to see
- "Some have been here for a while now. Many might've starved to death if it wasn't for my willingness to help t
- "Out of my sight! I am the only vendor for leagues around. You eat what I sell or don't eat at all!"
- The merchant, a stout man in a shabby jacket, greasy pants, and a tattered beret, finally notices you. "Ah! We
- "The demand is high, sir!" The trader winks and jingles his fat purse. "No one around offers the produce I do!
- "You'll drive me to the streets with your moralizing! If they are starving, they can go pick berries, catch fr
- Tigni looks at you, frowning. "Your wish, baron?"