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| − | Cenric Blackiron is a mercenary. He's been resting between jobs in that Saxa village you mentioned, when the news of the stolen wotsit resurfacing reached the nearby elves. When it did, they took a momentary break from prancing around shrubberies in the nude and hugging owls and so on to hire him to accompany the rest of the elves on the journey. He's doesn't really care about the wotsit, but will
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| − | Cenric is a grouchy, blue collar kinda guy. He doesn't really like elves, but he doesn't really like non-elves either. He ate an orc once. His hobbies are metal sheet origami, playing the bagpipes and alcoholism. He has at least twenty three children that he knows of.
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