Varisia

Aliver "Pillbug" Podiker is a short, rotund man with a balding head and a perpetual smirk that gives him an air of smugness. His dark, beady eyes constantly dart around, as if always calculating or assessing those he speaks with. His pale, slightly oily skin gives him a somewhat unhealthy appearance, though his hands are surprisingly steady and precise, a testament to his skill as an herbalist. He wears dark, practical robes that are slightly too fine for a simple potion-seller, often dusted with herb stains and the faint scent of alchemical ingredients. His stubby fingers are adorned with ink stains and faint chemical burns, proof of years spent handling potions, poisons, and other concoctions. Despite his portly build, there is a sharpness to his expression, as if he’s always two steps ahead of the conversation. His smile never quite reaches his eyes, making it unclear whether he’s genuinely amused or silently judging those around him.

Aliver "Pillbug" Podiker is a cunning, secretive, and shrewd businessman who carefully balances his public reputation as an herbalist with his hidden dealings in poisons and illicit substances. He is unpleasant and curt, rarely engaging in unnecessary conversation unless it benefits him. Despite his gruff and unapproachable nature, he is highly intelligent and meticulous, ensuring that no solid evidence ever ties him to criminal activity. He operates with cold pragmatism, valuing profit and self-preservation above all else. Aliver is not openly hostile, but his smug smirk and knowing glances make it clear that he enjoys holding secrets over others. While he’s not a fighter, he is calculating and manipulative, ensuring that those who cross him regret it—whether through subtle threats, withheld remedies, or a well-placed dose of poison.

Aliver "Pillbug" Podiker was once a simple herbalist and potion-maker, honing his craft in the quiet corners of Sandpoint. Over time, his sharp mind and skilled hands attracted attention not just from common townsfolk in need of medicine, but from those seeking more illicit remedies. It began as harmless experimentation with rare herbs turned into a lucrative side business brewing poisons and questionable tonics for the Sczarni gang. His dealings earned him a quiet but dangerous reputation, eventually leading to his affiliation with the Bunyip Club, deepening ties to Sandpoint’s criminal underbelly. Despite his gruff demeanor, Aliver is careful, meticulous, and never careless with his secrets. He keeps his shop clean of evidence, ensuring that while the town whispers about his shady dealings, no proof ever surfaces. Those who know the right words—“Have any happy pillbugs turned up?”—can unlock the true nature of his trade, but only those he deems trustworthy will ever get an answer.