Darbo

Darbo Town Solhaven Gender male Race human Alias/Title Arcane Master Shop Name Arcane Outfitters

Arcane Master Darbo Phoop is the proprietor of Arcane Outfitters in Solhaven. He also runs the city's magic consignment, buying and selling alchemy reagents. He was originally depicted as half-elf, half-halfling, however following the events of the Solhaven Cataclysm, he returned appearing as almost full human.

Description

Wearing deep burgundy robes embroidered with silver geometric shapes and golden runes, the Arcane Master Darbo bears the rounded facial features and portly build of a halfling, but otherwise appears completely human.  His robes appear a little too short for him despite his average height.

Ambients

"The rings are not unique," comments Darbo, "but if you need to know one ring from another at a glance, they can be a lifesaver."

Forgetting for a moment that he has a shop to run, Darbo loses himself in a minute examination of one of the embroidered diagrams on one of the tapestries.  He nods slowly to himself before blinking, and the rest of the world once again intrudes.

"The periapts are not new magic," explains the shop's proprietor, "just old magic in a more convenient form.  It's a shame they're not rechargeable."

Darbo pulls a half-eaten piece of rolton jerky out of a belt pouch and gnaws on it as he helps customers.

"When I first bought this cottage--well, not this cottage, but the one I used to have, before the Cataclysm--it was because of the confluence of energies here," says Darbo, an odd look on his face.  "Well, now that the wardstones are gone, that turned out to be a wasted investment.  But I did manage to grab a shard of that wonderful plinite.  I think you'll agree, I made out pretty well in the end."  He finishes with a pleasant smile that borders on smug as he points to the model of the cottage.

Pulling a flask of buffing compound and a rag from a belt pouch, Darbo sets to work polishing the various inlaid brass symbols about the shop.

Darbo concentrates, scrunching up his face until it turns red.  An ugly mouse with a pair of mismatched eyes scampers up to him.  "Oh, come on," he mutters, dismissing the creature with an impatient wave of his hand.  "Worst.  Familiars.  Ever."

"I know what you're thinking," says Darbo, a rueful look on his face.  "'Wasn't he some bizarre halfling-elf hybrid?'  Well, that's the power of magic.  I'm human now, and I don't much miss needing a stepping stool to get to the top shelves."

Forgetting for a moment that he has a shop to run, Darbo loses himself in a minute examination of one of the embroidered diagrams on one of the tapestries.  He nods slowly to himself before blinking, and the rest of the world once again intrudes.

Darbo concentrates briefly, and a lavendercap hummingbird zips in through an open window.  With a sigh of disappointment Darbo dismisses it, and it leaves the way it came.  "I've been wanting to send a message to a colleague on Teras Isle," he says, "but all I seem to summon lately are mice or hummingbirds," as he shakes his head.