Brann had appeared late the night before looking like nothing more than another harassed merchant in a pair of well made doe skin breeches, a tight fitting leather vest, and an elaborately woven and embroidered purple scarf wrapped around his neck even though the weather was fair. When he appeared downstairs this morning the merchant's clothes were gone and in their place he wore a set of equally well made leather armor dyed a charcoal black and a bow and quiver on his back along with his small pack though his purple scarf was still wrapped tightly around his neck.
"Brann Glimgold, cloth merchant by trade and adventurer by inclination." At the mention of his trade Brann produced a dagger with a flick of his wrist and a wry smile before making it disappear again somewhere on his person.. "Though I've had the opportunity to pick up a few more . . . stealthy skills over the years that could be worthwhile on this adventure. Also I have more than a little experience with ruins of all kinds, if nothing else there are always shadowy corners to hide. Cloth shipments all over are delayed so I find myself with some free time and could use a little more gold in my pockets."