Joeseph stands tall at a good 4'2 inches and his long sharp nose twiches when he smells a bargin. Short cropped hair drifts lazily about a cherubic face and a sharp predatory smile. Joe tends to enjoy adorning his fingers in flashy rings, the stubby tips often waving in the air as he talks. Often seen with a tankard of what he calls "Juice" and a spell book, Joeseph is as inofensive as a gnome as most could expect to find wandering about Sinfar.


Backstory:

It was late at night and he shifted on his perch on the edge of the table. Malk had been pulling aces all night long and his cash pile was running low. A quick cough into his hand took care of a few discrete changes.  An ace at the bottom of the deck was now a lowly two, and the lowly two between his fingers winked once as it shifted into an ace.. Cheating at cards, what had he come to in the world? There had to be a place for a Gnome of his tallents. His cunning.

There had to be some place where he could start the world weeping.

Another hand, and a final one. The players would spend the next few hours looking for a halfling almost but not quite matching his description with bright red hair.  Poor Tommi. But he deserved it for picking his pocket last week.

At least now he had enough money to work on. "Come to Sinfar..." He read the crumpled adverstiement pulled out of his pocket. "Willing women and victims await you. Weatlh and heroisim call..."

He hadn't put the advert into his pocket. But...

Why not? Somebody wanted him there.
Or, if he was very lucky, something....