The Muffinsmith Stall

Sohlmon Krisch

Sohlmon Krisch is a middle-aged halfling, dressed in bright orange and green trousers and a soft yellow shirt.  He carries his paunch over his belt like a prize-winning trophy.  A flour-dusted apron hangs from his neck and is streaked with assorted jelly smears and spice stains.  A benign yet mischievious smile adorns his face, as if he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Black smoke suddenly billows out from the wrought-iron oven. A startled Sohlmon quickly opens the oven door and vents the smoke inside, his hand adroitly fanning the smoke away from the door. Panting, he says, "That was a close one. Only them Dwarves would eat muffins too well toasted, and they're tight-fisted."

An aged woman approaches the stand, greeted with a broad smile from Sohlmon Krisch. He and the woman spend a few moments in animated conversation accentuated by more smiles and head nodding. Sohlmon places a few muffins in a small basket for the woman, and after a brief exchange of coins she waves and continues her stroll through the market.