Stedman Goodwind, Farmer

Anyone can tell you that farming is a difficult task. Adding to that mix the attraction of malicious, murderous, monstrous beings to any number of things, including crops, familiar members, magic or lack thereof, and those strangers passing through and the average farmer has seen a great deal. Stedman Goodwind is an unmarried but prosperous farmer who spent a great deal of his younger years in taverns talking to all manner of folk who would pass through and learning their secrets. As more and more strangers such as students from the Wizard’s Academy would arrive at the docks, Stedman made it his business to be there to greet them and sometimes offer them a job. With each scrap of knowledge or hint of suggestion Stedman found ways to keep his property safe from the surrounding madness of the forest. Now the Goodwind farm is  a solid producing force for the village, it’s often his pumpkins that become the festival cider and his grain that makes so much of the bread for sale in the village.

While he had ample opportunity to squeeze his fellow villagers for the extra odd coin he chose instead to pay and ask for fair trade. That which he did not sell was donated to the poor for charity or to local merry-making. Such a protected farm provides many opportunities for others to find work, and Stedman is happy to receive most since he enjoys the protection of the local Thieves’ Guild. The secret alliance is open but never openly discussed, and was only once ever once mentioned before . A friend was worried for him and began to speak out at the taverns he frequented, but when the Guild caught wind of it, the friend disappeared. After susupicions arose as to the man’s fate, Stedman would reply that he had moved for health reasons and was now living comfortably in a nearby town. While many wished to believe him, there still remain a few with doubts, and this fear suppressed even the Alderman and the guards curiosity.

Goodwind Farm supplies both employment and abundance, as such Stedman finds himself resting up in taverns more and more these days. His love of the job keeps him working when he doesn’t need to and the extra works puts enough coin in his pocket for the finest foods that he doesn’t have to cook. With his success still recent and growing Stedman has yet to swell in his needs and tastes, preferring only that food and drink be available. He makes for an easy patron and for the travelers that pass through he is a piece of the authentic spirit of Redstaff. To them he is a reminder that this place was built on inner riches and that fortune can still be had by those with the ingenuity to manifest it. Or so he would like to believe.