<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/14/ca/be14cafdea164d83f9fe502bfc695c52.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Hugh Longfellow</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2494367)<br/>Outside Magnimar<br/><br/>"I will take the rear," Hugh said.   "It gets dusty back there, and that's no place for a lady."<br/><br/>That was true.  The wheels kicked up a lot of dirt, and a ride in the back could be uncomfortable and bumpy.  However, Hugh did not like the prospect of chatting with his new employer or the rest of the vanguard.  He wanted to keep to himself.<br/><br/>Hugh Longfellow was a thief, but today... he perhaps could pretend to be something else.  But what?  If pressed, what could he say he was?  What innocuous profession could he claim to be a part of that would never come up but that he could, with reason, physically portray?  He considered saying that he had been a miller, but every miller he had ever known was huge.  A lot of the trades were... physical, and he lacked the size to portray such.  Some trades weren't particularly physical, but they took place outside during the day.  That meant that the sun took its toll on a man's flesh, so he could not claim to be a sailor or a farmer or a rancher.<br/><br/>He settled on having once been a cooper as he sat on the back of the wagon.  He folded his bedroll and lay it out underneath him so that he might have something comfortable to sit on, and then covered his mouth with his cloak so that he might not have to inhale wads of dust.