Walsor Gryhm

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Appearance

His stomach protrudes above his trousers suggesting a lack of interest in fitness or anything beyond this shop.  Grey suspenders, draped over a stained patchwork shirt, support his dusty trousers.  He jingles silver pieces together in his hand as he paces back and forth, watching for good deals to buy.

Ambients

An elven boy runs in and makes some funny faces at Walsor, then runs out.  Walsor yells out, "I know magic, I can make your face stay like that, permanently!"

Tipping his head back, Walsor closes his left eye and holds up a silver coin.  "Hmm, never knew that," he says, turning the coin back and forth.

Walsor glances at you and says, "Hope you had better luck than that halfling I met today, nerve of some people, tried to sell me a pet rock."

Walsor leans on the counter, scratching at his bushy beard.

Walsor lets out a noise sounding much like a stuck rolton.  Blushing, he grabs a cloth and cleans off giggling, "Someday I'm going to clean this place up."

Walsor mutters to himself and clinches tightly to the silver pieces in his hand.

Walsor paces back and forth, pausing briefly only to see who passes in front of his shop.