Tili

The only NPC with whom the adventurers are certain to have interactions is Tili himself. He is a weathered Dwarf, his face full of more crags and crevices than the Silvertine itself. Except for a white fringe that dangles like a curtain from the rear of his skull, he has lost most of his hair. His beard is long, thin and stringy and, like his flesh, almost devoid of color. Tili always dresses in green, a sharp contrast to his bloodless lips and pale skin. His right eye is clouded by a cataract. His left, though watery, shines with the kind of wisdom that only age can bring. Although he manages to walk steadily enough, Tili's muscles have atrophied, and he finds it nearly impossible to run faster than a gentle jog. For similar reasons, he has abandoned the axe he kept at his belt in his younger days. Now he prefers to wield a light short sword of excellent (+20) design. In years long past, Tili was something of a rogue. An excellent warrior, he was as fast with his wit as with his axe. Even today, he still sees himself this way, although his body does not always keep pace with his fanciful vision. He has more than once threatened to skin some young Dwarf, a foe who could certainly have made quick work of the old adventurer, but instead backed away in deference to Tili's age. Even bullies know that to beat someone so old will earn them nothing but scorn.