Fennel

A feline bard that often hangs around taverns serenading patrons for coin.

He has the singing voice of a siren and his lute playing skill is unbelievable. When strumming away at a lute his fingers almost seem to disappear.
While Fennel's fighting skills leave... much... to be desired he's very resourceful and charming so he can usually find a way to avoid combat.
Besides his musical prowers and rudimentary magical abilities, his other truly useful asset is a talent with lockpicking. There's nary a safe or door he can't crack open.

Fennel is a sociable and friendly feline that naturally seems to charm others with his charisma. He's got a good sense of humor and can be a bit goofy at times, especially if he's downed a few pints of mead. Because of his personality he's a people pleaser that prefers to avoid conflict at any cost. This is in part due to the fact he likes to have allies rather than enemies, but also because he's a bit of a coward. He'll say just about anything in a dire situation if he thinks it will save his ass.

Since Fennel was a teenager he's been traveling the world in an attempt to hear as many stories as possible so he can sing about tales of grand adventures.

He rarely stays in one place for long. Maybe a few days to a month at most before he's on his way again. His drifter lifestyle doesn't allow for much in the way of material possessions either. He has little else besides a sack of standard supplies, gold, the clothes on his back, and of course his treasured lute. He's dubbed it Oaksong.