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GS4-XERAPHINA moved page Abneezer to Picklesmith Abneezer: full/proper name/description

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Picklesmith '''Abneezer''' is a man who sits in Moomph's Garden in [[Moomph's Picklesmithy]] in the town of [[River's Rest]].
==Description==
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From beneath his wide-brimmed straw hat, the picklesmith Abneezer surveys the garden with an expression of mild curiosity and amusement. He has attained a rare old age for a human. Aside from a comfortable-looking potbelly, he is improbably thin. His prominent nose juts out, sharp as an axe blade.
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==Idle Scripts==
'''In Garden'''
*Abneezer stops his pottering to watch a bumble bee zip among the cucumber trellises. He says, "Can't see how they do that, the flying. The gods must be daft buggers, making such a creature." Abneezer grins widely. "Wouldn't want a god that wasn't a daft bugger, meself."
*A sudden burst of birdsong, bright and cheerful, erupts just beyond the garden walls. Abneezer laughs. He pulls off his straw hat and does a brief, tottery old man's dance.
*Abneezer pats his potbelly and smiles. "It's a good life, so it is," he says. "A garden to tend, brine to mix, people coming from all over to buy me pickles. Aye, a good life."
*The picklesmith Abneezer adjusts his wide brimmed straw hat. "Me granddaughter, she wants me to get a new hat. Says this one's a disgrace." He runs his gnarled finger along the brim and laughs merrily. "But I don't want a hat that'll last longer than I do."
*The picklesmith Abneezer rubs his potbelly and nods. "I loves a garden," he says. "Me whole life, I've moved at a cucumber's pace. Getting close to falling off the vine, I am." He suddenly grins. "And won't that be something?"
*The picklesmith Abneezer sighs as he gently touches the back of his finger to a nearly ripe cucumber. "Me wife's eyes were that color," he says, "or near enough as makes no difference. Another reason to spend time in the garden."
'''In Picklesmithy'''
*"When I was a lad," Abneezer says, "I used to dream about going off adventuring. S'not a quiet life, though, or so I hear. Not like picklesmithing."
*"Devoted me life to the makin' of pickles," Abneezer says. "Worked all me days for the Moomph fambly, up there in Tamzyrr, I did. And when I gots too old, they set me up here. Me own little pickle shop and me own garden. It's a grand life, so it is."
*The picklesmith Abneezer takes a gherkin from the barrel and bites it with a snap. "Now *that* is a fine pickle," he says. A bright grin spreads over his face.
*The picklesmith Abneezer pats his potbelly and yawns. "I likes this town," he says with a smile. "Slow, quiet...just right for an old picklesmith."

===Questions===
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>ask Abneezer about pickles
The picklesmith Abneezer says, "Spent me whole life around pickles. Never regretted it. Pickles make people happy. Pickles make people smile. A man could do worse with his life."

>ask Abneezer about Moomph
Abneezer nods and says, "Good folks, the Moomphs. I got too old to work in their big picklesmithy up in Tamzyrr, so they set me up here. Picklesmiths to the Emperor, the Moomphs are."

>ask Abneezer about Emperor
The picklesmith Abneezer shrugs, showing his age. "You probably know as much about him as I do."

>ask Abneezer about Empress
The picklesmith Abneezer sighs. "Worked for her for years and years, we did. I shouldn't say it, but she'd got some odd ideas about elves and dwarves and them. She were the Empress and I'm just a picklesmith, but anybody who liked a pickle is okay by me."

>ask Abneezer about garden
Abneezer's face brightens. "I loves a cucumber garden, so I do. It's a wonder, watching them grow. I never tire of it. When I'm dead and and done, I hopes they bury me in my cucumber garden."
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[[Category: Town NPCs]]

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