No. 7

So named as he was apparently the seventh son of a beleaguered mother. As yet he hasn't give a straight answer on his number of sisters, tending to treat it as a bit of a joke. The nickname allegedly started as a joke ages back. Those who have got to know him call him Jim. Seven has a good ear and tends to know what is going on and where. Little happens around Sagehollow that he doesn't end up hearing about sooner rather than later, but he keeps shush about things unless he has good reason. He has his crotchety moments but is generally affable with those who answer his questions and don't take the piss. This is further demonstrated by the occasional wave, greeted remark and wayside gossip he shares with other carters from all over. While he is good at his job he isn't actually particularly fond of animals.

Before coming to Sagehollow he did work for a monastery for a number of decades and picked up some of their lingo which has proved invaluable given the linguistic issues faced by several of the mages. He is generally trusted despite his habit of speaking above his station.

Description
Age: Somehwere in his 40's Height: 5'3" Build: Age is getting to him

Downtime: Seven keeps the carts in order, keeps an eye on the main paths in and out of Sagehollow and keeps an ear on goings on within the Covenant.

Fun Facts: Used to enjoy football in his youth and has the scars to show for it.

Relationships: He gets on well with Old Iron Fist having seen his matches back in the day. He has been seen chatting with Alfred on occassion and is already ready to hear the latest word from Cuthbert. Of late he seems to be one of the few who can truly tolerate Millie with a smile.

Noted Virtues/Flaws: Sharp Ears, Social Contacts (Carters), Busybody.

Personality Traits: Nosy +3, Loyal +3, Crotchety +2