Kivrin Mushpocket is an elderly gnome with nimble hands and a sharp eye, he moves through the woods with ease, plucking the best nuts from where they’ve fallen and tucking them away into the pouches at his belt. He is always snacking but never a feast, just a steady supply of bites to keep him going.
One of his pouches is dedicated entirely to food. In it, he keeps roasted nuts for easy munching, dried berries for a bit of tartness, and nut spread.
He may be old, but he moves lightly, through the trees without rustling a leaf. His fingers are quick—cracking open a shell with ease.
He lives in a hollow tree, its entrance marked by a small wooden door with a round window above it, where the morning light filters in. Inside, the air is warm and rich with the scent of roasting nuts and freshly brewed nut-coffee. Shelves line the walls, filled with carefully labeled jars of crushed walnuts, hazelnut grounds, and dried chestnuts ready for the fire. The small stone hearth in the center of his home is where he works his magic, roasting and brewing, always with a quiet sense of purpose.
