Vek-Amber Mush
Road to Amber Mush
Vek is a strong man with the look of one who has known heavy toil or hard living, but nearly always has a tiny bit of a smile on his face.
He wears heavy denim work pants and sturdy boots, a Dark brown shirt and a loose dark purple denim shirt on top. The clothes look worn, perhaps second-hand, but show signs of careful mending. He sports a Brown felt hat with a dark purple ribbon. Stuck through the hatband on one side is a wooden spoon, and on the other a wooden pipe. He wears a thick leather belt in brown that has seen better days. It mounts a short-sword on one side and a dagger on the other, both carefully cleaned and maintained. A tankard hangs from a strap, a cover carefully and tightly tied in place.
His hands show the wear of a laborer on the docks. Worn, cracked, and callused, used to long days of toil. But they are clean, with tended nails.
He smiles easily, and jokes often, mostly ignoring the lack of his memory. If asked he’ll explain that whatever his past was, it will come to him someday, and till then it can’t change the present. During the off-hours he wanders the city, sees the sights, visits taverns, and indulges in ale and mead. He also sits in at the card tables, mostly Pokers and Tonk. He seems to remember card games very well, though not where he learned them.
He is wary of fire, as one who has been badly burned often is.
