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Osmund Khevari

"And if that road closes?"  ยท  Trade Broker, Lately of Uir
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Basic Information

Full Name
Osmund Khevari
Nickname
None
Race (Grade)
Human (E)
Class
Broker
Height
6'1"
Birthday
Thawbloom 6, 1183
Age
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Bloodline Ability

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Physical Description

Osmund Khevari
Osmund Khevari among the red mesas of the desert roads, dressed as he always is
Appearance

Osmund appears to be in his early forties. The gray in his beard is real, but E-grade longevity means he has looked much the same for decades. He is a tall, broad-shouldered man with sun-browned skin, heavy dark brows, a strong nose, and light brown eyes that are usually fixed on something a little past whoever is speaking. His black hair is drawn back into a knot at the back of his head, with one loose curl left to fall over his forehead and a wide streak of silver sweeping back from the temple. His beard is long, full, and dark shot through with gray, and its ends are gathered into narrow braids, each one capped with a small gold bead. His mustache is another matter: waxed, curled up at both ends, and kept a bright gold. He wears a gold ring in his ear. He dresses extravagantly, in a cuirass of gold scales worked like overlapping leaves, a broad engraved gold collar, and heavy gold shoulder pieces cast in the shape of a beast's face, with a long slate-blue mantle draped over all of it.

Unique Characteristics

Osmund carries himself like a noble despite possessing no title, and he sees no reason to correct anyone who assumes otherwise. He is confident, measured, and almost impossible to pressure into making a quick decision. His habit of silently calculating while someone speaks can be deeply unnerving: he goes still, his eyes drift, and it becomes plain that the conversation is being costed. He does not hurry, he does not raise his voice, and he has never been seen to fidget.

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Personality & Temperament

Positive Traits
  • Knows where everything comes from, and who has spare
  • Never trusts anything important to a single supplier
  • Confident, measured, and very hard to rattle
  • Prefers a steady market to a quick fortune
  • Wants ordinary people able to afford the goods
Challenging Traits
  • Calculates in silence while you are still talking
  • Lets people think he is a noble and never corrects them
  • Cannot be pressured into a quick decision
  • Dresses extravagantly, and knows what it all cost
  • Open contempt for anyone who profits from scarcity

You have one supplier for lamp oil. [He is told that the supplier has never once failed.] Then you have had a great deal of luck, and you have mistaken it for a plan.

A man who corners the grain and waits for winter has not built a market. He has taken a hostage. Parasites, all of them. Parasites clever enough to own ledgers.

[After a long silence, during which he has plainly been doing arithmetic.] No. Ask me again in three days, and bring the real figure.

Likes
  • A second supplier, and a third behind that one
  • Warehouses fuller than anyone thinks necessary
  • Caravan masters who are reliable, not impressive
  • Knowing which road floods every third spring
  • Fine cloth, good gold, and a well-kept beard
Dislikes
  • Profiteers who manufacture a shortage on purpose
  • Being asked to decide before he has finished counting
  • Expensive wagons owned by unreliable men
  • One supplier, one road, or one warehouse for anything
  • Panic buying, and whoever started it
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Background & History

The Corridor
Osmund Khevari was born along a brutal desert trade corridor where one missed caravan could mean an entire settlement going without iron, medicine, cloth, or lamp oil for months. His family were merchants, but Osmund became fascinated less with selling goods than with understanding where everything came from. Who had grain to spare? Which mines were falling behind? Which road flooded every third spring? Which caravan master was reliable, and which one merely owned expensive wagons? By adulthood, Osmund had become the man merchants consulted before committing fortunes to a journey.

Never One Supplier
He eventually built a network of suppliers, warehouses, contracts, and contingency routes spread across enormous distances, and he ran it from the desert city of Uir. Osmund's genius is redundancy. He considers relying upon one supplier for anything important to be bordering on negligence. When copper becomes scarce, he already knows three regions sitting on stockpiles. When a road closes, his merchants are rerouting before competitors have heard there is a problem.

The Steady Market
Rather than becoming fantastically wealthy by exploiting shortages, Osmund discovered that stable markets make considerably more money over time. Despite appearances, he has little affection for profiteers who deliberately manufacture scarcity, and he calls them "parasites clever enough to own ledgers." He believes commerce works best when goods keep moving and ordinary people can still afford them. His reputation now allows him to negotiate purchases and emergency shipments that smaller merchants simply could not arrange.

What Was Done to Uir
Late in 1304, King Xaneborr tore through Uir. A great part of the city was destroyed, and neither the Sultan nor his Vizier survived the night. Osmund did with it what he does with any shortage: he found out where it had started. Slavers had killed the fortune teller Rosalind al-Nujum, her son, and her grandson, and the trail from that doorstep led exactly where Xaneborr had followed it, to the Sultan and his Vizier. Once Osmund understood the situation, he agreed with the destruction, and he has not changed his mind. He does not volunteer the opinion. Asked directly, he gives it in the same measured voice he uses to quote a price.

Rokoura
Osmund moved to Rokoura on Harvestide 8, 1307. He has been in the city for less than a week, and he is taking his time about settling in. Osmund has never done anything quickly.
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Goals & Aspirations

Settled First
Osmund needs some time to get settled in before he commits to anything. He cannot be pressured into a quick decision by anyone else, and he extends himself the same courtesy.

The Circuit
Osmund's goal is to open a caravan that travels from Rokoura to Goodberry to Silmarithil and back again, trading goods at every stop and acting as a courier between the three cities. He has not said when it will start. He will say when he has finished counting.

A Deep Market
Put Osmund in a city's marketplace for long enough and things begin to change around him. Merchants begin sharing warehouses, suppliers diversify, emergency reserves quietly appear, and suddenly shortages that once caused panic become temporary inconveniences. He would like to see that happen in Rokoura.
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Development

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence
Role
Broker
ATTENTION!
Osmund Khevari is an E-grade human broker who is 124 years old and looks about forty. He is a merchant and not a soldier, whatever the gold on his chest suggests; what he brings to a city is the knowledge of where everything comes from and who has it to spare. He carries himself like a noble, holds no title, and will not correct you if you assume he has one. He cannot be pressured into a quick decision, and his habit of silently calculating while you speak can be deeply unnerving. Let him finish, because the answer that follows is the real one. He despises profiteers who manufacture scarcity, and pitching him such a scheme ends the conversation. He is from Uir, and he agrees with what King Xaneborr did to it. If you ask him, he will tell you so, calmly, no matter who is listening.
Osmund Khevari
Osmund Khevari
Identity
Residence
Role
Broker
Status
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Development
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