A merchant. Smuggler. Scoundrel. Thief, scum, rat, 'an honest business-goblin'. Whatever you care to call him, Jimaz Silverfeet can get you what you want or need. That is, of course, for the right price. His origin is seemingly unknown, and as far as most people are concerned he crawled out of some cave and started selling people things with a silver tongue, a charming smile and a poisoned dagger. He seems to know everyone, calling everybody his 'friend' or 'pal'. And, vice-versa, many people seem to know him, whether it be from years bygone or meeting him a mere few hours ago. After all, he needs friends what with his hands seeming to be in every metaphorical cookie jar of illegal and semi-legal merchandise. His kind is rare in the business, and is considered to be one of the best. His shipments arrive on time, exactly where they were arranged to be, and he's not above anything to make that happen. Bribery, smuggling, extortion, even straight up assassination or cold-blooded slaughter. All in the name of getting his clients what they want, and himself the money he lusts for.