Works a stall in Quasqueton
In the meantime, he makes a living by scribbling on pieces of parchment he scrounges from garbage heaps, selling them as maps to unwitting fools searching for places in Dock Ward. He also collects fetid rainwater in small. red clay pots, which leach out just enough color that he can pass the water off as potions of healing. The potions have a faintly fruity aroma. A detect magic spell shows that they are indeed magical, though that magic is of the transmutation school rather than conjuration.