Calvin Poindexter

Calvin steps into the supply shop, carefully examining the various dried herbs and ingredients for potions... and other nefarious things if one used the dark arts. "Excuse me, are you the shopkeep? Can I pick your brain about a few supplies I'm in need of?" he asks, voice raspy and soft. You, the shopkeeper, recognize this man. He's been around the village for a few weeks now often keeping to himself. An odd fellow, but nice enough.