Dulk “Duke” Tregs may be an alarming sight at first. Dressed in the highest fashion of 20 years ago, obviously worn from wear, this pawnbroker goblin has “fine wares” at “excellent” prices. (Truly depends on one’s definition of excellent prices and fine wares doesn’t it?) After all, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure! (His favorite motto.)



He tells a sad tale of once being a wealthy, noble goblin, but sadly when he was “saving the poor and unfortunate leprous, left-handed, one-eyed, limping half-halfling (quarter halfling?) children” he’d “taken in” from the streets (child labor?), his own stately home was burned down by hateful, dumb, ignorant townsfolk (whom he’d cheated). Not only that, he’d been robbed!!!! (Taking back what was theirs.) He had lost his entire fortune in the process. And now, unfortunately, without his care, all of the children had passed away (did they even exist?) and left him penniless and alone, scraping by on the scraps (and gold purses) of the compassionate (completely gullible).

“Wanna sell a broken lute? I’ll buy it!” He estimates it’s worth maybe a quarter of a gold piece and complains about any perceived flaw, real or imagined.

Next thing you know some lad walks by you weeks later with a familiar instrument, hastily fixed, with some scrawling on it. Upon asking about said item, he says that he just bought it from a “reputable” source, that it once belonged to King Alberto of (some country you never heard of), and that he got it for quite a steal at only 100 gold pieces! And look! There’s even an autograph on it to prove it! (You can’t quite make out what it says but it smells like fresh paint…)