D.A: T.N. Ruthven

Here we have T.N. Ruthven; Opertunist, Merchant, Snake Oil Salesman, and so on.

The team first encounter him on the outskirts of the Fungis Teritory, pawning off breathing masks to ward off Fungus Spores.
To give you an example of what kind of character T.N is, here's a little snippet from the story:

"You look like a man with a problem," boomed a voice from behind them. Ziest turned and blinked at what he saw. A tall, rangey young man was driving a merchant's caravan. The term 'caravan' was stretching it a little; it was a wreck with wheels. The tarpauline covering the top of the wagon was tattered and flapping loose in some places, whilst the once red paint had seemingly fled the wood in great flakes. A small mouse peered out of a hole in the wood next to the young man's left ear and disapeared again. Even though the wood was too thin to make a suitable burrow, the mice had seemingly tried; holes in the wood gave evidence of this no doubt, as well as draughts.

"T.N. Ruthven!" Anounced the young man, smacking the side of the wagon with a wicker cane. The paint on the side of the wagon had come away from the side, so that T.N Ruthven read as 'T. . R h en'
"Mask Merchant extraordinare! Today is your lucky day, my good man; I have a wide range of top-of-the range masks for all your rhespritory needs! From mouth to full-face, I have it all!"
The man grinned and snapped back a hatch on his caravan. Instantly, displays of masks and other travelling paraphenalia flew out, hanging from the doors, sliding out on metallic rollers, and even hanging from the sunshade that sprung out overhead. He rested his hand on Ziest's shoulder and began to point to each type of mask with his cane, the handle of which had been snapped, or broken some years before and hastily repaired with cloth and tape.
"You need never worry about fungi problems again! My masks also protect against all diseases and will make you very attractive to the opposite sex. Also, they can reverse the symptoms of terminal illness and can make you live forever!"
Ziest stared up at the man for a long moment, before finally asking, "How many of those facts are actually true?"
The man strode into the displays, adjusting his raggedy straw hat with a nudge of his cane, "Exactly as many as is legally required!"

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