Bart is a half-orc with prominent mutton chops who looms over all but the tallest of party members. His shoulders are broad, scarred, and muscled, stretching a plain button-up cotton shirt with a winding pattern across the collarbone. His apron is spotted with faded stains. He looks like he’s been in a fight: black eyes and a split lip, bruises down his arms. Through all that roughness, though, the thing that stands out the most about Bart is the gentle, welcoming smile he gives to tired travelers.
"Believe it or not, my roots are in the city, but it didn’t suit me none, so a long time ago I teamed up with a few young bucks and set out on an adventure. It was me, a bunch of gnomes, and a local sheriff from around here named Clint, always questin’, hardly restin’. We had a good run, but when it came time to hang up our spurs and part ways, I decided to stay here in Phandalin and set up shop. Business is slow, but living’s cheap. It’s mostly prospectors and treasure hunters visiting out this way, but things have gotten a bit rougher ‘round here recently."