The Bloodforge Arena

The Keeper is a short, hunched figure with wiry, greasy black hair, always wearing a tattered brown cloak that covers most of his form. His skin is leathery and pale, with deep-set eyes that gleam with greed, darting around constantly as if weighing the value of everything he sees. His fingers are long and bony, always twitching and clutching at his wares, covered in golden rings and trinkets he’s gathered over the years. He has a hooked nose and a crooked smile that never quite reaches his eyes, giving him an unsettling, rodent-like appearance. His voice is a whispery rasp, as if he's always on the edge of plotting something.

The Keeper is opportunistic and obsessed with wealth, always looking for ways to increase his own fortune, even in a realm of constant danger. He is sly and manipulative, offering deals that seem favorable but often come with hidden costs. Though subservient to Arkanos, he secretly despises his master but is too cowardly to rebel. He is driven by a mix of greed and self-preservation, always ensuring he comes out on top. When dealing with others, he is polite but with a slimy undertone, always looking for an angle to exploit.

Once a wandering merchant who dabbled in both mundane and forbidden trades, the Keeper was captured by Arkanos long ago after trying to sell him counterfeit magical goods. Rather than kill him, Arkanos found the Keeper's greed and cunning useful, binding him to the Bloodforge Arena to serve as its merchant. The Keeper has been cursed to stay forever in the arena, accumulating wealth but never being able to leave or spend it outside. He resents his imprisonment but fears Arkanos too much to defy him openly. Over the centuries, he has learned to manipulate the desperate combatants in the arena, growing rich but never free.