
Furnok of Ferd |

Furnok's eyes cracked open and he sighed as he awoke early in the morning. Lying in his small hut, Furnok got out of bed and shuffled off to the privy before scratching together a morning meal of bread and cheese.
Getting dressed, Furnok thought about the day, he'd go see if he could get any mistakes at the bakery for his later meal and then head down near the cliffs. The rats had been scurrying upwards since some yahoo hadn't properly dumped and axing a bunch of them would get him some coppers and goodwill.
Slinging his scythe over his shoulder, Furnok whistled to his small terrier and ambled off. He'd also check the docks to see if there was anything to haul, maybe help any old folk lug their garbage to the cliffs since many couldn't handle the trek. Could see if the herbilist needed a lookout for when they went gathering, dern goblins were everywhere.