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Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself.
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|gender=Male
|location=Brother Yorgi, Herbalist
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Brother Yorgi owns an [[Brother Yorgi, Herbalist|herbalist shop]] in [[Langenfirth]].
Brother Yorgi owns an [[Brother Yorgi, Herbalist|herbalist shop]] in [[Langenfirth]].


==Description==
[[Category:Shopowner]]
Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself.

==Atmospheric Messaging==
* Empath Yorgi winks and says softly, "The bloodwolves came in that front window once". With a deep sigh, he glances at the scarred window frame and continues, "I lost my empathic touch that day, but my girl, she was but a wee one, so precious. Yes, the powers are gone but I've still got my daughter."

Latest revision as of 00:02, 28 January 2022

Yorgi
Status: Alive
Guild: Empath
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Location: Brother Yorgi, Herbalist (Ranik Map 40)
Type: shopowner

Brother Yorgi owns an herbalist shop in Langenfirth.

Description

Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself.

Atmospheric Messaging

  • Empath Yorgi winks and says softly, "The bloodwolves came in that front window once". With a deep sigh, he glances at the scarred window frame and continues, "I lost my empathic touch that day, but my girl, she was but a wee one, so precious. Yes, the powers are gone but I've still got my daughter."