Cad

The Pitch: The many narratives that Cad has woven for his own backstory are so inconsistent that one could be forgiven doubting almost anything, but he does make them sound convincing enough that there's probably always some grain of truth in there. Despite this, he's known for low prices, surprisingly good customer service, and coming through with business deals often enough to have built up a solid reputation for being so widely known as full of shit.

50% Off: Cad has a small shop in the bazaar full of junk treasures that have mostly been looted discovered among the estates of certain hard-up crafters and cotholders throughout the region. It could be a good place to find a gift, or treat yourself, or rescue your great-grandfather's gitar before someone else gets their grubby paws on it. And he tends to pay fairly for occasional or part-time help, if you need to make an extra mark here and there.

Limited Time Offer: Cad is absent on business, a lot. You looking for something that might be better found outside the Weyr? Well, in trying times like these, he'll be happy to do you a favor, for a reasonable margin plus expenses.

Exactly What It Says On The Tin: Whatever his real name is, the moniker was probably bestowed on him by one of the numerous girls (not just girls) who he's charmed and then ghosted or cheated on (or both) at some point or another. Carrying a grudge about something he did to you--or your sister, or your best friend--Turns ago? He might at least buy you a drink for your trouble. He's probably not sorry.

A solid man, not particularly tall, getting into his thirties. Muscular, but built in a practical working-class sort of way, not carved like some kind of marble statue. Getting a bit craggy, even, an expressive face eroding lines into his forehead too young. Too soft a mouth for the sort of man traditionally built that way. Too quick his hands, too; dextrous, but... fidgety. His hair is cut practically short but he may or may not remember when he last shaved. He's clearly got a good tailor, but his taste seems to run towards loud patterns in unconventional combination.