Äeröhymn
Better known as Windsong in the common tongue, would not step outside of his home without his trusty engraved smoking pipe. Äeröhymn would often be away from his little abode for weeks at a time — the reason why he didn’t have a big spacious house. But something that once looked like a house, with only a ground floor, now squeezed between two other buildings on that street, looking as if it was a book ready to fall off a shelf.
The house to the left from the entrance of his home was a bakery with two floors. Whenever he would come home early (or late, depending how you look at a day) he’d get a fresh loaf of bread from the first batch that was baked that morning. The crust was delightfully crunchy, but when the bread got broken in half it felt as if the sunrise itself came to give you a warm cheeky kiss. He didn’t get the bread for free of course. He’d always bring something nice from his travels for the early birds.
To the right of his house was a hat and accessory shop that among other things sold lesser magical items across three floors. He often wasn’t quite sure what to think of this bric-a-brac that was sold in this shop. But nevertheless concurred that if the little gifts made someone happy there couldn’t be much harm in owning a pen that shot sparkles on command or a hairtie that had bird-like features and movements.
Windsong mostly worked as a bard, but as these jobs were far and few, he would often pick up other work that needed doing. He was a sort of a handyman for most of his life. In the lands he’s probably most known for his working songs, even if those aren’t among his favorites. He would much more enjoy prosing about a restless night out or about the people he met on his travels. Maybe sometimes even a tear-jerking ballad for a lover who he thinks he never should’ve met.
However, whenever doing business he would always light up the pipe. He was skilled in making the flames and smoke dance for him. Something that he picked up from the forest elders, who had to allow fire to overcome parts of corrupt forests to let it grow anew. This skill proved to be worth the mastery. It’s rare and people are easily convinced of him having magical powers.
