Rumha comes of a long line of roving trader-tradesmen from the heart of Katapesh. Born in a merchant caravan, his life has always been on the move and pointed towards distant horizons. But where his family sold goods, Rumha happened upon a more abstract product to pitch to the masses, and he has traveled far and wide peddling it. The enterprising young man wanders the land dispensing the Gods' help... for a fair price... with a reasonable mark-up.
Prof: Merchant
People only really value what they pay for, right? And I'm providing a needed service that they should value, see? Doing the Gods' work here...
Rumha has never been what some might call 'holy', or particularly 'pious', or exactly 'ethical'. At heart, he tries to do the right thing (Good tendencies), has his own set of rules (LN), and sometimes he even helps out the truly needy - for free and everything!
But not every community he visits has a real problem that needs his help at that moment... And that's when temptation can be hard on a man, causing a footsore cleric to possibly consider creating a small but irritating problem that he can easily solve for a soft bed and a full belly.
As Ruhma is fond of incorrectly attributing to the Gods, "A man must fall to rise again... but there's more than one way to skin a cat."
